a sad love story, something a friend found Options

[sweetlyz]

1otH gRaDe
As I sit 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 wish she were 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.
I handed them to her. She 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
loved her, but I'm too shy, and I don't know why.

11tH gRaDe
The phone rang, and on the other end, it was her. She was in tears mumbling
on and on about how her love 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 were mine, after 2 hours.
One Drew Barrymore movie and 3 bags of chips, she decided
to go to sleep. She looked at me and said, "thanx" 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 loved her, but I'm 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 gonna 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 doorstep. I stared at her as she smiled at me
and stared at me with those crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of
me like that, and I knew it. The she said, "I had the best time, thanx!" 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 loved her, but I'm too shy, and I don't know why.

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 doesn't think of
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 loved her, but I'm too shy, and I don't know why.

Now I sit on the pews of church. That girl is getting married, getting married now.
I watched her say "I do," and drive off to her new life, with another man. I wanted
her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I knew it. But before
she drove away, she came to me and said "you came! thanx," 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 loved her, but I'm too shy, and I don't know why.

Years passed, I look down at the coffin of the girl who used to
be my "best friend," at her service, they read a diary
entry that she had written in her high school year. This is
what it read, " I stare at him, wishing he was mine, but he doesn't think
of 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 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 myself, and I cried.

DO YOURSELF A FAVOR, THEY WON`T BE THERE FOREVER

[casssy]

aww thats really sadd! :goes and tells someone she loves them: