10th Grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the boy next to me . He was my so-called "best friend" . I stared at his black , soft hair , and wished he was mine . But he didn't notice me like that , and I knew it . After class , he walked up to me and asked me for the notes he had missed the day before and i handed them to him . He said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek . I wanted 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 .
11th Grade
The phone rang . On the other end , it was him . He was in tears , mumbling on and on about how his love had broke his heart . He asked me to come over because he didn't want to be alone , so I did . As I sat next to him on the sofa , I stared at his soft eyes , wishing he was mine . After 2 hours , one Drew Barrymore movie , and three bags of chips , he decided to go to sleep . He looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek . 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 .
Senior Year
The day before prom he walked to my locker . "My date is sick" he said , "She'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 don't have dates , we would go together just as best friends" . So we did . Prom night , after everything was over , he was standing at my front door step . He stared at me as I smiled at him and stared at me with his crystal eyes . I want him to be mine , but he isn't think of me like that , and I know it . Then he said "I had the best time , thanks !" and gave me a kiss on the cheek . 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 .
Graduation Day
A day passed , then a week , then a month . Before I could blink , it was graduation day . I watched as his perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get his diploma . I wanted him to be mine , but he didn't notice me like that , and I knew it . Before everyone went home , he came to me in his smock and hat , and cried as I hugged him . Then he lifted his head from my shoulder and said , "You're my best friend , thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek . 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 .
A Few Years Later
That boy is getting married now . I watched he say "I do" and drive off to his new life , married to another girl . I wanted him to be mine , but he didn't see me like that , and I knew it . But before he drove away , he came to me and said "You came!" . He said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek . 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 .
Funeral
Years passed , I looked down at the coffin of a boy who used to be my "best friend" . At the service , they read a diary entry he had wrote in his high school years . This is what it read : I stare at her wishing she was mine , but she doesn't notice me like that , and I know it . 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 . I wish she would tell me she loved me ! 'I wish I did too .' I thought to my self , and I cried .
Reblogged from Shumu Hamid's blog :)
