10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I staredat the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". Istared at her long, silky hair, and wishedshe was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knewit. 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'twant 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 washer. She was in tears,mumbling on and onabout 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 staredat her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymoremovie, 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 wantto 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 promshe 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 wedid. Prom night, aftereverything was over, I was standing at herfront door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with hercrystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I knowit. 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 aweek, 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'twant 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, andI knew it. But beforeshe 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 knowit. 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 justtoo shy, and I don't know why. I wish hewould tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
