10th
Grade
as i sat there in english
class, i stared at the girl
sitting 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 for the notes she had missed the day
before and i 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 im just
too shy, and i don't know why. </3
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 w as 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.
</3
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. </3
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 didnt 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, "thanks, you're my best
friend." and gave me a kiss on the cheek. i want to tell her,
i want her to know that i dont want to be just friends. i love her
but im just too shy, and i dont know why.
</3
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
want her to be mine, but she didnt see me like that, and i knew it.
but before she drove away, she went up 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 dont want to be just
friends. i love her but im just too shy, and i dont know why.
</3
Funeral
Years passed, i looked down at the
coffin of the girl that used to be my best friend. at the service,
they read a diary entry she had written in her high school years.
this is what it read: "i stare at him wishing he was mine, but
he doesnt notice me like that, and i know it. i want to tell him, i
want him to know that i dont want to be just friends. i love
him but im just too shy, and i dont know why. i wish he would tell
me he loved me...!"
'i wish i did too...' i thought to myself, and cried.
</3
if you love someone, don't be
shy... ♥