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.
I Love You