A touching story I read...

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¡¦

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

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¡¦

i wish I did too
i thought to myself, and I cried.