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.
if u love someone...........dun be scared to tell k?? 
