10th grade

     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. handed them to her. She  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.

 11th grade

 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 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. 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 doesn'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.

                  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 angle 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.

                  Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is  getting married  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.


                  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. They won't be there forever.
 

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