sad story........

> > >> 10th grade
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> > > >>
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> > >> 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.
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> > >>
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> > >
> > > >> 11th grade
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> > > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> 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 t o be just friends, I love her
> > >> but
> > >>
> > >> I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
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> > > >>
> > >>
> > >> 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 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
> > >>
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> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> 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 notic e 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!