As I sat dere in Eng class, I stared @ d girl nxt 2 me. She was my so-called ‘best-friend’. I stared at her long, silky hair $ wished she was mine. Bt she didn’t notice me lik dat$ I knew it. Afta class, she walked up 2 me $ asked me 4 d notes she had missed d day b4. I handed dem 2 her. She said, ‘tnx’ $ gav me a kiss on d cheek. “I wnt 2 tel her, I wnt her 2 knw dat I don’t wnt 2 b jst friends, I loved her but I’m just too shy $ I dn’t knw why.” 11th grade, d phone rang. On d oda end, it was hers. She was in tears, mumbling on $ on abt hw her lov had broke her heart. She asked me 2 com ova becos she didn’t wnt 2 be alone. So I did. As I sat nxt 2 her on d sofa, I stared @ her soft eyes, wishin she was mine. Afta 2hrs, i Drew Barrymore movie, a 3bags of chips, she decided 22slp. She lukd at me $ said‘tnx’$ gav me a kiss on d cheek.“I wnt 2 tel her,I wnt hє̲̣̣̣̥я̣̣̥ 2 knw dat I dn’t wnt 2 be jst friends, I loved her bt I’m just too shy I dn’t knw why.” Senior yr, d day b4 prom, she walked 2 my locker.“My date is sick” she said, “he’s not gonna co”. Well, I didn’t ve a date $ in 7th grade, we made a promised dat if neither of us had dates, we would go 2geda -jst as ‘best friends’. So we did. Prom night, afta everyfin was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled @ me $ stared @ me with her crystal eyes. I wnt her 2 be mine, bt she doesn’t fink of me like ∂α̲̅t $ I know it. Den she said–“I had a best time, thanks!” $ gav me a kiss on d cheek.“I wnt 2 tel her, I wnt her 2 knw dat I dn’t wnt 2 be just friends, I loved her but I’m jst too shy, $ I don’t knw y.” A day passed, the week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel on the stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine – but she didn’t notice me like that, I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and oried as I hug 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 loved her but I’m just to shy, and I don’t know why.” Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my ‘best friends’. 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 loved him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.” I wish he would tell me that he loved me……..” “I wish I did too…..” I thought to my self, and cried. ****remember this quote: Do yourself a favor, tell her/him that you love them, even if you don’t know how would they’ll react, just let them know how you ‘really’ feel abut them. They won’t be there forever. Good morning yall... #copied#-PAS Revolution
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 06:26:39 +0000
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