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And she left . . .
my love story 8th Grade... I saw her and wish her mine, she had a glass of water in her beautiful hands and soft fingers clutching glass firmely she seemed to be a fairy As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. 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 home She looked at me, said 'thanks' and left... One fine day she walked to my locker "My date is sick" she said, "hes not gonna 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... 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 left... Now I sit in the pews of the church That girl is getting married now 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... 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...
Do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them...
with luv
from Me your Smart Boy |