| 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 doesn'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!
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