>> 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.
>>


Pretty Sad...

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