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.