Sophomore Year
As I sat there in English class,I stared at the girl next to me,my best friend.I stared at her long,silky hair,& wished she was mine.But she doesn't like me like that,& I know it.After class,she walked up to me & asked for the notes she had missed the day before & 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 I'm just too shy,& I don't know why.
Junior Year
The phone rang-it was her.She was in tears mumbling on & on about how her love had broken 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,& wished she was mine.But she doesn't like me like that,& I know it.After 2 hours,one Drew Barrymore movie,& 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,& 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,& we've made a promise that if neither of us had dates,we would go together.So we did.Prom night,after everything was over,I was standing at her front door step.I stared at her as she smiled & stared at me with her crystal eyes,& I wished she was mine.But she doesn't like me like that,& 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,& 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 wished she was mine.But she doesn't like me like that,& I know it.Before everyone went home,she came to me in her gown,& cried as I hugged her.She lifted her head from my shoulder and 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,& I don't know why.
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 wished she was mine.But she doesn't like me like that,& I know it.Before she drove away,she came to me and said,“You came!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,& I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed,I looked down at the coffin of a woman that I once loved. At the service,they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.It read: “I stare at him wishing he was mine.But he doesn't like me like that,& 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,& I don't know why.I wish he would tell me he loves me.” I thought to myself,“I wish I did too.” And cried.
Which hurts the most?
Saying something & wishing you had not,or saying nothing,& wishing you had?
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