donlucchese
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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.
I handed them to her.She 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.
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 home.
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:-
One fine day she walked to
my locker.
"My date is sick" she said,
"hes not gonna 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. That 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.
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:-
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. Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the
church.
That girl is getting married
now.
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.
Death:-
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.
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.
I handed them to her.She 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.
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 home.
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:-
One fine day she walked to
my locker.
"My date is sick" she said,
"hes not gonna 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. That 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.
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:-
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. Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the
church.
That girl is getting married
now.
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.
Death:-
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.
