> It was first day of the mid-year exams, therefore i finished school a
little
> earlier, i called him,
> :Hey, i finished school earlier today, would you come by and pick me up?
>
> :Alright, give me 5 minutes.
>
> :5 minutes? But my school is just beside your house.
>
> :I need to get ready.
>
> :Alright, make it fast then.
>
> 2pm in the afternoon, the sun is extremely hot, I stood under a shaded
tree
> and fan myself.
>
> Although it doesn't make much of a difference, it was better that I
fanned.
>
> 5 minutes have passed, he's still not shown up, I was a lil' unhappy while
> looking at my watch.
>
> 10 minutes and he's still not here....couldn't be that he was met with an
> accident?
>
> 15 minutes passed, he finally shown up.
>
> :Why are you so late?
>
> He wasn't even a lil' bothered: Nahz, was watching TV.
>
> :What?! TV?! Why don't you sleep, bathe and eat before you come down then?
>
> I haven't got anything else to say for that, didn't take the helmet he
> handed me but stood there and stared at him.
>
> :Sorry.
>
> This was the first time he said sorry to me...
>
> He is an egoistical person all along and has never once apologised to a
> girl.
>
> I looked at him, Alright, took the helmet and let him sent me home.
>
> He is always acting like this, no explanations, no friction, no quarrels.
>
> The only thing he does is to apologise. To me, somethings can't be settled
> with a sorry.
>
> I would never go on asking after everytime he apologises.
>
> He told me, that was the first time he said sorry to a girl.
>
> Although it take courage to admit mistakes, he never once correct his
> mistakes.
>
> Saying sorry became a word to shut me up instead.
>
> Tears flowed down my cheek on the 59th time he apologised.
>
> I dropped my head: you don't ever need to say sorry to me again.
>
> If you can never change, then don't let me keep giving you chances again
and
> again hoping and believing that you would change each time.
>
> He held me lightly, and said the 60th sorry.
>
> Even then, he did not change, and there was no explanation whatsoever.
>
> I began to worry if there was something he was keeping from me.
>
> :What's wrong with you these few days?
>
> :Nothing.
>
> :Then why are you acting so strange?
>
> :I am not.
>
> :What can you say other than this answer?
>
>
o you know I'm very woried, very insecure,
>
> do you treat me as your girlfriend?
>
> :I'm sorry...
>
> :I don't want to hear you say sorry again.
>
> I put down the phone and he did not call back.
>
> He doesn't even care about me. Maybe we should....break up.
>
> ....this was the 99th time he said sorry...
>
> From that day onwards, I never once called me or went to look for him.
>
> Sometimes I get an anonymous phonecall
>
> but everytime I said hello, it was dead, i think it's a call from him, but
> why don't he speak up?
>
> After one month have passed, I couldn't contain the feelings I still have
> for him anymore and went to his school to find him.
>
> I went outside his classroom and looked around, but there was no sign of
> him.
>
> :excuse me, is XOXO here today?
>
> :I'm afraid he already stopped schooling.
>
> :Huh? Why? When was that?
>
> :He hasn't been in school for a month already.
>
> :Oh erms...thanks.
>
> One month....not in school for one month...why is that so? I stumbled
home.
>
> Called his hp: Sorry the caller is currently unavailable, please leave
your
> message after the tone....
>
> I put down the phone, and called his house next, but there was no answer.
>
> How can it be? The whole family migrated?
>
> It seems as though he has already disappeared from the face on the earth
> leaving not even a single trace.
>
> I couldn't find him....just as I was feeling distraughted, the phone
> suddenly sounded, it was my friend.
>
> He was one of his brothers and also my good friend.
>
> :Hey, what have you been doing? XOXO is in hospital.
>
> :REALLY? WHAT HAPPENED?
>
> :Oh he is in ZZ hospital, the one you stayed in last time.
>
> :I'll be right there.
>
> I used the fastest speed my legs could carry and when I reached the
hospital
> I saw that his parents were already there.
>
> I asked them for the room number and flew across the hall.
>
> He was lying on bed, looking at me, not saying a word, not moving a
muscle,
>
> :Hey, what happened to you? Why didn't you contact me?
>
> He did not answer, and used the same stare on me again.
>
> :Come on answer me...why don't you speak?
>
> A tear flowed down the side of his eye, and it looked as though he used
the
> greatest amount of strength that he could master to say...
>
> :I'm...sorry...
>
> After that, his eyes went shut.
>
> :Hey, don't fool around alright...why say sorry to me?
>
>
on't say sorry to me....please wake up....answer me please.
>
> I wept and fell down on the side of his bed, pulling his shirt I cried
out..
>
> :Why do you have to apologise? Why don't you give me an explanation
instead?
>
> :I won't forgive you, wake up, saying sorry is no use...
>
> :If you don't wake up I'll never ever forgive you in this lifetime, please
I
> beg of you..open your eyes.....
>
> That was the 100th sorry
>
> A group of medical staff, doctors, nurses pulled me away and tried to
revive
> him. I had no strength to stand up...
>
> My mind was a blank.... my eyes could only see a sea of black.
>
> He did not leave this world...I merely lost the chance to touch him
anymore.
>
> But he would appear in my dreams sometimes, telling me how he was doing.
>
> He's still accompaning me, still alive, in my heart.
>
> would still laugh at my silliness, and call me his darling....just
that...he
> never apologise to me anymore.
>
> After a month, his mom came to look for me, and gave me a box...inside was
>
> a 100 photographs, everyone had a story behind them..the reasons why he
made
> me angry.
>
> The first time, my dear, I did not purposely arrive late to pick you up.
>
> I know this excuse is really lame, but I didn't have the heart to tell you
> the truth then,
>
> before I stepped out of the house, I felt a pain in my chest, but I still
> made it a point to meet you, please forgive me?
>
> The second time, my dear, I...
>
> The third time, my dear, I...
>
> The 100th time, my dear, I didn't mean to leave you alone in this world,
>
> It had to be so because God did not give me the chance to say I Love You
for
> this lifetime of mine, and to put the ring on your finger....
>
> You are the first girl I apologised to.
>
> And also the first girl I want to be with for the rest of my life...
>
> Forgive me for not able to bring you happiness but I have thus become your
> angel, always looking out for you...
>
> Looking at you while you find your happiness...promise me...don't shed a
> tear...
>
> I don't want to see you weep like this for me, I Love You ~XOXO
>
> How can I not cry? What you said was just too impossible.
>
> The last photograph was of him in the hospital,
>
> Although he was skinny, the smile on his face was bright as ever.
>
> His face was white and yet he tried his best to give his last smile on the
> last photo, the 100th.
>
> At the time when he needed me the most, I wasn't with him.
>
> :I'm sorry.
>
> I held the photo tightly and cried for us.....
>
> So Guys out there... Explain to your girlfriend... Always......
>
> And girls... understand your boyfriend... Always...
>