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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 handedthem to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends, Ilove 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 wasin tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over becauseshe didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to heron 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 gaveme 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 tooshy, 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 goingto go well, I didn't have a date, and in7th 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 tobe 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 kisson the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, Ilove her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, thena 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 herhead from my shoulder and said,"you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kisson the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, Ilove 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 hersay "I do" and drive off to her new life, married toanother 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 tooshy, 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 wasmine, 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.
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 handedthem to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends, Ilove 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 wasin tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over becauseshe didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to heron 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 gaveme 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 tooshy, 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 goingto go well, I didn't have a date, and in7th 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 tobe 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 kisson the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, Ilove her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, thena 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 herhead from my shoulder and said,"you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kisson the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, Ilove 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 hersay "I do" and drive off to her new life, married toanother 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 tooshy, and I don't know why.
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 wasmine, 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.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
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