My phone rang. On the other end it was her. She was in tears. Mumbling
on and on about how her love had broken 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. A Drew Barrymore movie. And 3 bags of chips. She decided to go
to sleep. She looked at me. Said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. wanted to tell her. I want her to know. That I don’t want to be
“just friends”. I love her but I’m too shy to tell her. And I don’t
know why?

IT’S 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’d go together just
as “best friends”. And so we did.

IT’S PROM NIGHT

After
everything was over with. I was standing at her front door step. I
stared at her. She smiled at me. I wanted 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 she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to
tell her. I wanted her to know that don’t want to be “just friends”.
love her but I’m just too shy. And I don’t know why?

IT’S GRADUATION DAY


A day passed. And then a week. And then a month. Before I could blink.
It was graduation day. I watched her… Perfect body. Floated like an
angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine. But she
doesn’t think of me that way. And I know 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 shoulders and said “you’re my best friend”.
“Thanks!” And gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I
wanted to know that I wanted to be more than “just friends”. I love her
but I’m too shy. And I don’t know why?

IT’S A FEW YEARS LATER

Now
I sit in the pews of the church. A church that she is getting married
in now. I watched her say “I do” an 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! Thanks!” And she kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to tell
her. I wanted her to know that I didn’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 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 said. “I stare at him. Wishing he was mine. But
he doesn’t notice me like that. And know it. I wanted to tell him, I
wanted him to know. That I don’t want to be “just friends” I love him
but I’m just too shy. And don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he
loved me”.

I wish I did too. I thought to myself and cried. Rest in peace my Love