I love her but I’m just too shy, and I
don’t know why.....
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.
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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
