Sadest + Sweetest Story

Just thought i'd share this sad and sweet story...

10th Grade
As I sit here in English class, I watch the girl next to me. She is my 'best friend'. I stare at her long, silky hair.. and wish she was mine. But she doesn't notice me. Not like that. After class, she walks up to me and asks for the notes she had missed the day before. I hand them to her. She says, "Thanks!" and gives 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 rings. It's her. She is in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asks me to come over, she doesn't want to be alone. As I sit next to her on the sofa, I stare at her soft eyes.. and wish she was mine. After 2 hours, 1 Drew Barrymore movie, and 3 bags of chips, she decides to go to sleep. She looks at me and says, "Thanks!" and gives 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 walks up to me. Her date is sick. In 7th grade we had made a pact, that if we didn't have dates, we'd go to the prom together as 'best friends'. So we did. All night, we laugh and dance. I stare at the way the light dances in her eyes.. and wish she was mine. After prom ends, I stand at her doorstep. She says, "I had the best time, thanks!" and gives 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
Days pass, then weeks, then months.. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watch as her perfect body floats like an angel up onto the stage. I wish she was mine. But she doesn't notice me. Not like that. After the ceremony, she cries as she hugs me. Then she lifts her head and says, "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gives 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.

Her Wedding
Now I sit in the church. My best friend is getting married. She's getting married now. I watch her say, "I do" to begin her new life. I wish she was mine. But she never noticed me. Not like that. After the ceremony, she comes to me. She says, "You came!" and kisses 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.

Years pass. I stare down at the coffin of my best friend. At the service, they read one of her old diary entries from high school. "I stare at him, wishing he was mine. He doesn't notice me like that. 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 wish I knew why. I wish he would tell me he loved me.."

"I wish I did too.." I thought to myself, and I cried.