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.
Written by my friend:-Abhinav
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