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Okay, soo i just got this in an email. I garentee it will happen to everyone; so everyone should read it... Enjoy!
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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. I wished she
were 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, and I handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on
the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the other end. 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 three 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...
12th Grade
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 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. She smiled at me and
stared at me with her crystal eyes. 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. A week passed. A month passed. 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 she 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.
A Few Years Later
Now, I
sit in the pews of the church. She 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. 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, and I looked down at the coffin of the 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 were
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 myself, and I cried.
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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. I wished she
were 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, and I handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on
the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the other end. 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 three 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...
12th Grade
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 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. She smiled at me and
stared at me with her crystal eyes. 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. A week passed. A month passed. 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 she 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.
A Few Years Later
Now, I
sit in the pews of the church. She 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. 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, and I looked down at the coffin of the 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 were
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 myself, and I cried.