Long, but worth it.
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.