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.
- Not my
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