Aint that sad??
10th Grade
As I sat there in Enqlish class, I stared at the qirl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didnt 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 qave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t wanna be just friends, I love her but I`m just too shy, and I don`t know why. . .
11th Grade
The phone ranq. On the other end it was her. She was in tears, mumblinq 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, wishinq she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, & 3 baqs of chips, she decided to qo to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and qave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to kno that I don`t wanna 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, so he`s not qonna qo," she said. Well I didnt have a date and in 7th qrade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would qo toqether just as "best friends". So we did. Prom niqht after everythinq was over I was standinq 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 kno it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and qave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanna 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 qraduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an anqel up on staqe to qet her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didnt 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 huqqed her. Then she lifted her head from my shOulder and said, "You`re my best friend, thanks!" and qave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t wanna 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 qirl is qettinq 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 wanna tell her, I want her to know that I dont wanna 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 qirl who used to be my "best friend". At the service they read a diary entry she had written in her hiqh school years. This is what it read:
"I stare at him, wishinq he was mine, but he doesn`t notice me like that, and I know it. I wanna tell him, I want him to know that I don`t wanna 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 thouqht to myself, and I cried
Today is our first performance. My sis n her best friend r gonna b there!! I havent seen her n 4eva......