VeRy
MeAniNgFuL
IT
MAY BE LONG..BUT THE CONTENTS ARE REALLY SWEET...
A guy
and a girl can be just friends... but at one point or another one of them will
fall for the other, maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late
or maybe, just maybe...forever....
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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 dont want to be just friends, I love
her but I'm just too shy, and I dont know why.
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11th grade ****************
The
phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears,
umbling
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 to sleep.
She
looked at me, said 'thanks'. I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I
dont know why.
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Senior year ****************
The day
before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she
said,
he's 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.
Prom
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 dont want to be just
friends
but I'm just too shy.
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
angle
up on stage to get her diploma.
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.
Now
I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married.
That
girl 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.
Years
passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be
my
'best friend'. At the service, they read 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.
