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 shake hand with me. 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 sweet smile. 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
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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 sweet smile. 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”. 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
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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
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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.
Thumbs up if its touched your heart...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 softeyes, wishing she was mine.After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags ofchips, she decided to go to sleep.She looked at me, said “thanks” and gave me sweet smile. I wantto tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be justfriends, 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 in7th 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 herfront door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and staredat me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn’tthink of me like that, and I know it. Then she said “I had thebest time, thanks!” and gave me a sweet smile. I want to tellher, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, Ilove 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 likean angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to bemine, but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock andhat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head frommy shoulder and said, “You’re my best friend, thanks”. I want totell 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 marriednow. I watched her say “I do” and drive off to her new life,married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but shedidn`t see me like that, and I knew it.But before she drove away, she came to me and said “youcame!”. She said “thanks” and kissed me on the cheek. I want totell 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 tobe my “best friend”. At the service, they read a diary entry shehad wrote in her high school years.This is what it read:I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice melike that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to knowthat I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just tooshy, 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.Thumbs up if its touched your heart...