As I sat there in English class, I
stared at the guy next to me.
He was my so called "best
friend". I stared at his dark,
messy hair, and 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 i
handed them to him. He said
"thanks" and gave me a kiss on
the cheek. I wanted 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.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other
end, it was him. He was in
tears, mumbling on and on
about how his homies had left
him. He asked me to come over
because he didn't feel like
being alone, so I did. As I sat
next to him on the sofa, I
stared at his beautiful, brown
eyes, wishing he was mine.
After 2 hours, one basketball
movie, and three bags of chips,
he decided to go to sleep. He
looked at me, said "thanks" and
gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.
Senior year
The day before prom he
walked to my locker. "My date
is sick" he said; she'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, we were
standing at my front door
step! I stared at him as he
smiled at me and stared at me
with his crystal eyes. I want
him to be mine, but he isn't
thinking of me like that, and I
know it. Then he said "I had
the best time, thanks!" and
gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.
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 I cried as I
hugged him. Then he lifted my
head from his shoulder and
said, "you're my best friend,
thanks" and gave me a kiss on
the cheek. 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.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the
church. That guy is getting
married now. I watched him
say "I do" and drive off to his
new life, married to another
woman. I wanted him to be
mine, but he didn't see me like
that, and I knew it. But before
he drove away, he came to me
and said "you came!". He said
"thanks" and kissed me on the
cheek. 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.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at
the coffin of a guy who used
to be my "best friend". At the
service, they read a letter that
he had wrote during his high
school years. This is what it
read: I stare at her wishing she
was mine, but she doesn't
notice me like that, and I know
it. 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. I wish she would
tell me she loved me! I wish I
did too... I thought to my self,
and I cried.
