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 and handed them to her. She said
"thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted 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 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 as she
smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be
mine, but she isn'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, 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
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 beach. 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.
Funeral
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.
- an email sent by my friend!
