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> >> >> >>>> >10th Grade
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >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. I wished she were 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 I handed
> >>them
> >> >>to
> >> >> >>>>her.
> >> >> >>>> >She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I
> >>wanted
> >> >>to
> >> >> >>>> >tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the other end. 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, a 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.
> >> >>
> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >12th Grade
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >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
> >> >> >>>> >7thgrade we made a promise that if neither of us had
> >>dates
> >> >>we
> >> >> >>>> >would go togetherjust as "best friends," so we did.
>
> >>Prom
> >> >> >>>>night
> >> >> >>>> >after everything was over I was standing at her front
> >>door
> >> >> >>>>step. I
> >> >> >>>> >stared at her. 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...
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >Graduation Day
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. 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 she
> >> >>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. She 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
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the 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 were 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 cried
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >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. I wished she were 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 I handed
> >>them
> >> >>to
> >> >> >>>>her.
> >> >> >>>> >She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I
> >>wanted
> >> >>to
> >> >> >>>> >tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the other end. 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, a 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.
> >> >>
> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >12th Grade
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >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
> >> >> >>>> >7thgrade we made a promise that if neither of us had
> >>dates
> >> >>we
> >> >> >>>> >would go togetherjust as "best friends," so we did.
>
> >>Prom
> >> >> >>>>night
> >> >> >>>> >after everything was over I was standing at her front
> >>door
> >> >> >>>>step. I
> >> >> >>>> >stared at her. 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...
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >Graduation Day
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. 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 she
> >> >>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. She 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
> >> >> >>>> >
> >> >> >>>> >yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the 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 were 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 cried
