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
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hala hala maparehas gani mo anang naa sa taas na laki lang mo.. ahehhe....
bitaw loving in silence gyud ta ani... kai pait au sab ning ubang mga babae osahay kai dili gusto nga amigo niya ang manguyab niya.. ahhehhe
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