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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 were 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. .
> >>> >>
> >>> >>A Few Years Later
> >>> >>
> >>> >>Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She 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, 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. I wish I did too . . . I
> >>>thought
> >>> >>to myself, and I cried.
 Xx-BloodyRose-xX · Mon Aug 14, 2006 @ 02:17am · 4 Comments |
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