cute lil g/f b/f stories, post up those couple stories uve read Options

[1azn_kutee]

A girl asked a boy if she was pretty.
He said no
She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever.
He said no
She then asked him if he would cry if she walked away.
He again said no.
She had heard too much.
She needed to leave.
As she walked away, he grabbed her arm and told er to stay, he said,
"You're not pretty, your beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die."
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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 I
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! I wish I did too... I
thought to my self, and I cried. > > >i love u >i love u >i love u >i
love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i
love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i
love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i
love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i
love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i
love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i
love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i
love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u

[Foolish Heart]

I read both before, but I love the second one.

A lot of sad love stories like this always tell us that you should always tell the person you love that you love them. Cause no one, not even you, knows when the person you love with all your heart will be taken away from you by nature, someone, or something else.

-hEaRt </3