first sem
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.second sem
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 now. I
watched her say "I do"
and drive off to her new
life, engaged 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 first sem
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.
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