10 th Grade

11th grade

Senior year

Graduation.

Marriage.

Death.
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 myself, and I cried..........


* Do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them.They won't be there forever.
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