> >>
> >>
> >> >>> >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. I wished she were 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 I handed them to
> >> >>>her.
> >>
> >> >>> >She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted
> >>to
> >> >>> >tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the other end. 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, a 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.
> >> >>> >
> >> >>> >12th Grade
> >> >>> >
> >> >>> >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. 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...
> >> >>> >
> >> >>>
> >
> >> >>> >Graduation Day
> >> >>> >
> >> >>> >A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. 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 she 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. She 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
> >> >>> >
> >> >>> >yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the 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 were 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.
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