I got this story from my classmate and it is so nice that this story makes me cry!!!





Very Sad Story...

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.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 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 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 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.

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 don't know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is
getting married. 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.

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 myself, and I cried.