Selasa, 20 Maret 2012

Is that True???

Ada kisah seorang lelaki yang baik. Lelaki yang dengan senang hati membantu orang lain yang terlihat kesulitan. Lelaki yang mau peduli dengan orang lain, walau dia tidak dipedulikan oleh orang yang bersangkutan. Lelaki yang merelakan wanita yang dicintainya dibawa oleh lelaki lain. Lelaki yang mau mendengarkan segala gundah gelisah kepedihan teman-temannya walaupun dirinya juga sedang berada dalam masalah. Lelaki yang lebih memperhatikan teman-temannya daripada dirinya sendiri. Lelaki yang mau menunggu dan menyertai temannya yang sedang berada dalam masalah.

Lelaki tersebut punya banyak teman dan dia punya banyak sahabat. Dia selalu dikelilingi oleh gadis-gadis manis yang telah menjadi sahabat baiknya dan yang telah ia bantu. Dia selalu mendengarkan masalah-masalah teman2 wanitanya dengan seksama, tanpa memberikan interupsi dan saran yang tidak perlu. Lelaki dengan mudah memberikan bahu dan dadanya kepada wanita-wanita yang menangis dan membutuhkan sandaran tanpa melebarkan tangan untuk memeluk mereka. Lelaki itu berusaha menjadi orang ketiga yang objektif, melihat masalah teman-temannya dari segi orang ketiga yang tidak terlalu ikut campur. Lelaki itu selalu berusaha menenangkan wanita yang bermasalah dengan pacarnya yang brengsek, dan walaupun wanita itu tahu pacarnya brengsek dia tidak mau putus apapun yang lelaki itu katakan. Karena wanita itu mencintai si lelaki brengsek itu.
 Lelaki itu adalah lelaki yang baik, lelaki yang pantas didapatkan oleh wanita karena lelaki ini tidak meminta apa-apa.

 Tapi kenapa tidak ada yang mencintainya...?

 Kenapa tidak ada wanita yang ingin bersama dengannya?

"Kau terlalu baik bagiku"
"Kita lebih baik berteman saja"
"Kau lebih cocok menjadi sahabat daripada pacarku"

 Kenapa? Kenapa begitu? Bukankah kriteria pertama seorang wanita dalam mencari pasangan hidup adalah "Lelaki yang baik hati dan sederhana?"

 Apa yang terjadi? Apakah ini karma? Hukum alam bahwa wanita lebih senang kepada lelaki yang macho, berotot, nakal, bertato, berkumpul dengan geng motornya, memiliki mobil mewah...?

 Kemana lelaki yang baik hati, yang jauh lebih pantas dijadikan rencana pandangan hidup jauh ke depan itu, harus pergi?

Tidak ada yang tahu, tidak ada yang peduli. Dia akan menghabiskan hidupnya selalu sendiri, selamanya, tanpa ada wanita yang mau memberikan setengah hatinya pada lelaki itu. Semua orang akan menganggap lelaki itu baik-baik saja karena dia terlihat banyak teman dan dikelilingi wanita. 

Namun sebenarnya dia kesepian. Dia ingin memiliki seseorang yang menunggunya di rumah, yang memberikan salam sebelum berangkat dan setelah pulang kerja, yang memberikan kehangatan di saat sulit dan semangat di saat yang berat, seorang wanita yang mau mengabdikan jiwa dan raganya demi lelaki ini.

Dia hanya kesepian.

Namun dia sudah tahu apa yang akan menimpa dirinya. Dia selalu berusaha menerima segala hal yang akan, dan telah terjadi. Dia sudah tahu dia akan hidup sendiri sampai mati, dan dia menerima itu. Dia hanya keluar dari kamarnya, berusaha membuat orang-orang di sekitarnya tersenyum bahagia dan kembali lagi ke kamarnya yang gelap. Sendiri, kesepian, tanpa ada yang menemani. Karena tidak ada yang peduli.
 Namun dia menerima takdirnya dan terus hidup demi teman-temannya.


Declare your love, Before its too late

10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.