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.
- an email sent by my friend!
