his is a story of a boy and a girl.
10th Grade:
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. she
was my so called 'best friends". 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 I handed them to her. She 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 Im just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th Grade:
The phone rang. On the other end, it was she. 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 beautiful
eyes, wishing she were 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 love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year:
The day before promotion she walked to my locker. "My day 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. Promotion
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 doesnt 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
angle 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 .
Wedding Day:
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 in
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 Day:
Years passed , I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to
be my best friend. At the funeral 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.
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