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10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the guy next to
me. He
was my so called "best friend". I stared at his dark, messy
hair, and wished he was mine. But he didn't notice me like
that, and I knew it. After class, he walked up to me and
asked me for the notes he had missed the day before and i
handed them to him. He said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on
the cheek. I wanted 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.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was him. He was in
tears, mumbling on and on about how his homies had left him.
He asked me to come over because he didn't feel like being
alone, so I did. As I sat next to him on the sofa, I stared
at his beautiful, brown eyes, wishing he was mine. After 2
hours, one basketball movie, and three bags of chips, he
decided to go to sleep. He
looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
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.
Senior year
The day before prom he walked to my locker. "My date is
sick" he said; she'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, we were
standing at my front door step! I stared at him as he smiled
at me and stared at me with his crystal eyes. I want him to
be mine, but he isn't thinking of me like that, and I know
it. Then he said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me
a kiss on the cheek. 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.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could
blink, it was graduation day. I watched as his perfect body
floated like an angel up on stage to get his diploma. I
wanted him to be mine, but he didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it. Before everyone
went home, he came to me in his smock and hat, and I cried
as I hugged him. Then he lifted my head from his shoulder
and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss
on the cheek. 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.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That guy is getting
married now. I watched him say "I do" and drive off to his
new life, married to another woman. I wanted him to be mine,
but he didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before he
drove away, he came to me and said "you came!". He said
"thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. 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.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a guy who used
to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a letter
that he had wrote during his high school years. This is what
it read:
I stare at her wishing she was mine, but she doesn't notice
me like that, and I know it. 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. I wish she would
tell me she loved me!
I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried. |
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