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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. I wished she were
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 I
handed them
to
her.She said "thanks" and gave me a
kiss
on the
cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted
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. It was her on the other
end. 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, a 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.



12th Grade

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. 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
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. A week passed. A month
passed.
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 she 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#8230;



A Few Years Later

Now, I sit in the pews of the church.
She
is gettin
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

yrs passed, and I looked down at the
coffin of the
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
were 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#8230;i wish I did too#8230;i
thought to
myself, and
I
cried.