This isn't my quote, I
saw it on facebook, but it's so sweet I thought I'd share
it with you all.
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, d 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.