Here's something I found while browsing today. I edited it a bit, for spelling, grammar, and a few other things. You might have seen it somewhere before.

It sort of hits a chord with me. I'm sure I won't be the only one.

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As I sit there in English class, I stare at the girl next to me. She is my so called “best friend”. I stare at her long, silky hair, wishing she was mine. But, she doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. After class, she walks up to me and asks me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I hand them to her. She says “thanks” and gives 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.

11th grade
The phone rings. On the other end, it’s her. She’s in tears, mumbling on and on about how her true love had broken her heart. She asks me to come over because she doesn’t want to be alone, so I go. As I sit next to her on the sofa, I stare at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decides to go to sleep. She looks at me, says “thanks” and gives 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 walks up to me at my locker. “My date is sick, he’s not going to go” she said. 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 as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stare at her as she smiles at me and stares at me with her “sparkling eyes”. I want her to be mine, but she doesn’t think of me like that, and I know it. Then she says, “I had the best time, thanks!” and gives 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 to shy, and I don’t know why.

Graduation Day
A day passes, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it’s graduation day. I watch as her perfect body floats like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I want her to be mine, but she doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. Before everyone goes home, she comes up to me in her smock and hat, and cries as I hug her. Then she lifts her head from my shoulder and says, “you’re my best friend, thanks” and gives 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 to shy, and I don’t know why.

A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of a church. That girl is getting married now. I watch 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 wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends. I love her but I’m just to shy, and I don’t know why.

Funeral
Years passed. I look down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”. At the service, they have some of her personal items on display. One of them was her high school diary. I open it, and read. On one of the pages, 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…”

I wish I did too…I thought to myself, and I cried………

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