When you born, youyr mother spent hours giving birth to you; you thanked her by crying every night in the middle of her sleep
When you was 4; your mother bought you ice-cream; you thanked her by dropping it all over the floor

When you was 6; your mother used to drive you to school; you thanked her by closing the car door and not even looking back

When you was 10; your mother paid for music lessons; you thanked her for not even bothering to practice

When you was 12; your mother paid for summer campt; you thanked her by not even writing one single letter

When you was 13; your mother took you and your freinds to the movies; you thanked her by asking her to sit on a different row

When you was 15; your mother was waiting for an important phone call; you thanked her by being on the phone all day

When you was 17; your mother cried on your graduation day; you thanked her by partying out with your freinds all night; and not even phoning her to tell her that your okay

When you was 18; your mother carried all your bags and stuff to your college campus; you thanked her by telling her to go away as you was embarrassed in front of your freinds

When you was 20; you got married and your mother cried of happiness on your wedding; you thanked her by moving half way across the country & not bothering to keep in touch

When you was 30; your mother was old and asked you to take care of her you thanked her by telling her that shes annoying and old people should stop being such a pressure on their children

Then suddenly one day; your mother quitely died; and everthing that you didnt do came rushing back and hit you like a crash of thunder on your heart

there once was a girl who never thought she was beautiful even though her best friend Ben loved her because she was beautiful inside and out. They were always there for each other, side by side and standing up for each other. Whenever either one of them would go out with someone and be heartbroken.
They were always there. My love, hun, sweetheart, or beautiful were words that would come out of his mouth to this innocent girl. the tears would run down her face while his finger would touch under her eyelids to wipe away the ingsignificant pool of water. She loved him and He loved her. A true best friend never fights, which was him. Even though fate brought them together, love was never an option, it was an opinion that they both chose towards each other.

I love him...the innocent girl still does, she has an option to love him....and thats an option she will take and never regret...because i love him...forever && always