What can I say about a girl I loved since I was ten…that I love the way she laughs at me when I commit mistakes, the way she fusses over silly things and even the way she cries over some sad silly late night show? Somehow, I wished I could have told her that I love her but now there’s no hope in doing so. For now, it’s rather too late – too late for me to do so.

I do not own the story.

I love the real author of this story for it made me cry a lot.

Standing ovation for the real owner.