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. 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
I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
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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 home.
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:-
One fine day she walked to my locker. “My date is sick” she said, ”hes
not gonna 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. That 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.
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:-
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.
Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now.
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.
Death:-
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.
