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 and handed them to her. She said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted 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.



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 threee 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 as she smiled at me and stared at me with her “sparkling 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 to 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 noticed 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 to shy, and I don’t know why.



A few years later



Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say ”I do” and drove off 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 to 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 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..I wish I did too….I thought to myself, and I cried………



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It is so emotionally and powerful enough to make me feel sad

Did you write the poem? And if you did, is it a true story?

You're right. It's not funny. It is emotional and powerful, but I'm afraid, it is all too true.

This post has been edited by NOYB: Nov 22 2005, 04:38 PM

What's the confirmation that he's the guy she's talking about in the diary?

Yeah! I want to know too!

It was him ...or at least I'm going to assume it was him.. otherwise the story loses it's impact. What a bittersweet story , him finding out she loved him after she dies.......

Excellent story. Sure makes you think about things.

Moral of the story?

"Speak Up or Die!"

Or maybe "Speak up or lose the love of your life."

That would be better!

hm .. i dont wrote it, i found it in somewhere. . . it has to be him in the dairy, otherwise there is no good in this peom.


this is really emotionally for many people and probably more moving for shy people.. the feeling is hard to describe, but this has to be one of the best love stroy i every seen.



This post has been edited by lamode: Nov 23 2005, 02:26 AM

That was great

Such tales always make us feel a little sad...

knowing it can happen, hoping it doesn't, yet it happens...


Thou Shalt Not Hesitate!

Hard to imagine such things still happens .....what is wrong with expressing yourself. Give yourself and others a chance....afterall, everyone get to choose.

Sad case.

Such a sad story.

Ditto...

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