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10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the boy next to me. He was my so called "best friend". I stared at his beautiful brown eyes and his scattered hair, and I wished he was mine. But he didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, he walked up to me and asked me for the notes he had missed the day before and handed them to him. He said "thanks" and gave his sweetest smile to me. I wanted to tell him, I want him to know I’m gay and I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I’m scared to say it…
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was him. He was in tears, mumbling on about how his step father had beaten him up because his bad scores. He asked me to come over because he didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to his on the sofa, I stared at his soft eyes, wishing he was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, he decided to go to sleep. He looked at me, said "thanks”. I want to tell him, I want him to know I’m gay and that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I’m scared to say it…
Senior year
The day before prom he walked to my locker. "I don’t have a date" he said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, so he asked me if I want to accompany him, just as friends, he said. So I did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at his front door step! I stared at his as he smiled at me and stared at me with his crystal eyes. I want his to be mine, but he isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then he said "I had the best time, thanks!”. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I’m gay and I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I’m scared to say it…
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as his perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get his diploma. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, he came to me in his smock and hat, and smile as I hugged him. Then he lifted his head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and hugged me. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I’m gay and I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I’m scared to say it…
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. I look around and see he is praying, he look more and more handsome than ever. I pray he’ll say he loves me then I sit beside him. He recognized me and he smiled. He told me all of his problems. He cried at my shoulder and I stroked his hair. After he felt better, he said "thanks" and told me how lucky he was, had a friend like me. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I’m gay and I don't want to be just friends, I love his but I’m scared to say it…
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a boy who used to be my "best friend". After the service, his parents give me a diary entry he had wrote in his high school years. This is what I 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.
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U..."
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the boy next to me. He was my so called "best friend". I stared at his beautiful brown eyes and his scattered hair, and I wished he was mine. But he didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, he walked up to me and asked me for the notes he had missed the day before and handed them to him. He said "thanks" and gave his sweetest smile to me. I wanted to tell him, I want him to know I’m gay and I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I’m scared to say it…
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was him. He was in tears, mumbling on about how his step father had beaten him up because his bad scores. He asked me to come over because he didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to his on the sofa, I stared at his soft eyes, wishing he was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, he decided to go to sleep. He looked at me, said "thanks”. I want to tell him, I want him to know I’m gay and that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I’m scared to say it…
Senior year
The day before prom he walked to my locker. "I don’t have a date" he said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, so he asked me if I want to accompany him, just as friends, he said. So I did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at his front door step! I stared at his as he smiled at me and stared at me with his crystal eyes. I want his to be mine, but he isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then he said "I had the best time, thanks!”. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I’m gay and I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I’m scared to say it…
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as his perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get his diploma. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, he came to me in his smock and hat, and smile as I hugged him. Then he lifted his head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and hugged me. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I’m gay and I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I’m scared to say it…
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. I look around and see he is praying, he look more and more handsome than ever. I pray he’ll say he loves me then I sit beside him. He recognized me and he smiled. He told me all of his problems. He cried at my shoulder and I stroked his hair. After he felt better, he said "thanks" and told me how lucky he was, had a friend like me. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I’m gay and I don't want to be just friends, I love his but I’m scared to say it…
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a boy who used to be my "best friend". After the service, his parents give me a diary entry he had wrote in his high school years. This is what I 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.
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U
I Love U..."