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 dont want to be just frieds, i love her but
i am 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 i
cried.
-an
email sent by my friend
10th grade As I sat there in English class, I stared at the
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Jul 11, 2009 12:10am
crazyinlove644 · 1 decade ago
omggg.
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