aww, this is my favorite sad story!!
By a Boy:
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 didnt notice me like that, 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 wanna
tell her, I
want her to
know that I don't
wanna just be 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,
a Drew Barrymore movie,
and 3 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...
Senior Year
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
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
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, 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 wanna
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.
That girl is gettinq 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! 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,
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 wanna 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..
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