awww....

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.