love talk

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 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.
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 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 as she smiled at me and
stared at me with her
crystal eyes. I want her to
be mine, but she isn'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, 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.
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 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, 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.