It should have been told to him a long time ago that Zhang Bao was translated on December 10, 2017

It all started when I was 6 years old. I met a boy while playing on a farm in California. He was an ordinary boy who chased and beat him in order to tease me. I beat him up the first time we met, even though we only fought for a short time. But after that, we would often meet and fight in the fence.

I'll tell him all my secrets. He was always quiet and only listened to what I had to say. I found it very easy to talk to him. I could talk to him about everything. At school, we had different friends, but when we came home, we always talked about what was going on at school.

One day, I told him that someone I liked had hurt me and made me very sad. He comforted me and told me that everything would be fine. He constantly encouraged me and helped me overcome my difficulties. I am very happy and feel that he is a true friend. But I know I also like some other things about him. That night I suddenly felt that he was a good friend of mine.

We stayed together until we graduated from high school, and I think that's normal because we're good friends in our own right. But I knew in my heart that I really felt different about him. At the prom, although we had different prom mates, I really wanted to be with him. After the dance that night, everyone went home, and I went to his house and told him I wanted to see him. Well, that night was a great opportunity for me to sit with him and look at the stars and talk about our plans for the future. I looked him in the eye and listened to him talk about his dreams. He wanted to get married and settle down. He also said he wanted to be rich and successful. I also told him about my dreams and snuggled up to him.

I came home feeling very frustrated because I didn't tell him how I felt about him. I wanted to tell him that I loved him very much, but I was too worried to do so. I decided to keep this feeling to myself so that I could tell him my thoughts when the right opportunity arose. Throughout college, I wanted to tell him how I felt, but he always had someone by his side.

After graduating, he got a job in New York. I was happy for him, but at the same time I was very sad to see him leaving, and I hadn't told him how I felt about him. Still, I didn't want him to know because he was about to take that important job. So, I suppressed this feeling in my heart and watched him board the plane. When I hugged him, I cried because I felt like it was the last time. I came home that night and my eyes were swollen from crying. I felt very sad because I didn't tell him how I felt about him in my heart.

I got a job as a secretary and worked my way up to become a computer analyst. I'm proud of what I've accomplished. One day, I received a letter inviting me to a wedding. He sent it. I was both happy and sad. I knew I would never be able to be with him again, and I would have to be friends in the future. I'm going to the wedding next month. It's a big scene. A grand wedding in a church, followed by a grand reception in a hotel. I met the bride and him. I fell in love with him again that day. But I held back so as not to ruin the happiest day of his life. I tried to have fun that night, but it was very uncomfortable to see him so happy with another person. I tried to hide the sadness and tears in my heart, deliberately pretending to be happy.

I left New York and felt that what I was doing was very smart. Before I boarded the plane, he came running out of nowhere to say goodbye to me and saying he was happy to see me again. I went home and tried to forget everything that had happened in New York. I had to move on with my life. As the years passed, we began to correspond with each other, telling about our lives and how we missed talking to each other.

Once, he didn't write back to me for a long time. I wrote six letters, but he didn't reply to even one letter, and I was very confused and anxious. Just when I thought he had forgotten about me and that everything seemed hopeless, I received a note that said, "We met in the fence where we used to talk." "I went there and met him. I was very happy, but he looked very sad. We hugged so tightly that we couldn't breathe.

He told me the reason for his divorce and the reason why he hadn't replied for a long time, and then he cried bitterly. We finally got to the front of the house, and we talked and laughed about the old days. Despite this good opportunity, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had a great time and seemed to forget about his worries and divorce. I fell in love with him again. When he was about to go back to New York, I went to see him off and started crying. I hated to see him go. He promised to come and see me every time I went on vacation. But I can't wait for him to come, so I can be with him. We're always happy when we're together.

One day he didn't show up as he said. I think he might be busy. As the days passed, I forgot about it all. Until one day, I received a call from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said he died in a car accident on his way to the airport. It took them a while to call me. I was devastated to hear this. I was shocked to know what was going on. I understood why he didn't show up that day as he promised. My heart is broken. That night, I cried for a long time, feeling very sad and heartbroken. He's a good guy and shouldn't have left at such a young age.

Because there was something for me, I went to New York to look at his will. He left his inheritance to his family and ex-wife. It was the first time I had seen her since that wedding. She explained to me that he was a good man and did his duty for his family, but he was always unhappy. She tried her best, but she couldn't make him as happy as his wedding night. When the will was read, I found out that he had left me a diary. It was a diary of his life. I cried because it was given to me. I don't know what to think, why this journal was given to me? I flew back to California with it. As I sat on the plane, I remembered those wonderful times we had together. I began to read what was written in my diary.

The diary started from the day we first met. As I read on, I started crying. He was in love with me when he saw my heartbreak that day. However, he was too scared to tell me how he felt. That's why he kept silent and only listened to me. As I continued to read more, I realized that he wanted to tell me how many times he felt, but he was always afraid to say anything. He mentions that he went to New York, thinking he was in love with another person. But his happiest time in New York was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he thought it was our wedding. What he mentioned later always upset him because he realized that he was still in love with me, so he had no choice but to divorce his wife. He said that the best years of his life were reading the letters I wrote to him.

He ended his diary with the words, "Today I'm going to tell her I love her".

These words were written on the day he was killed. That day, I finally understood what he really felt inside.

If you love someone, don't wait until tomorrow to tell him or her. Maybe the next day will never come.