September 21, 2006

• 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 silky, black 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 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,
  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 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, 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
  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.

  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 doesn'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 guy. 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.

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