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 w as mine.

After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she
decided to go to sleep. She loked 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,

Ilove 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 herto know that I
don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just to 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 "thank s" 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.