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 pews of the church. 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.
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U…"