I wish i did too

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,
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 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 three bags of chips,
she decided to go home.
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:-
One fine day she walked
to my locker.
“My date is sick” she said,
“hes 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.
That 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 don’t want to be
just friends,
I love her but I’m just too
shy,
and I don’t know why.

Graduation:-
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 want to be
just friends,
I love her but I’m just too
shy,
and I don’t know why.

Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of
the church.
That girl is getting
married now.
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.

Death:-
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 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.

(spear_king)