Sunday, March 13, 2005

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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 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
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 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!

my friend found this poem.... i think its awesome but it sucks at the same time.... enjoy
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