by it starts like this
10th class
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 class
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.
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
10th class
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 class
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.
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
i love u
