i wanted to tell her

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,
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 forthe 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 knowthat 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 howher love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come overbecause she didn't want to be alone,
So I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at hersoft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips,she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks'and gave me a kisson the cheek..
I want to tell her,I want her to know thatI don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Senior year:-
One fine day she walked to my locker.
'My date is sick' she said,'hes not gonna go' well,
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise thatif neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'.So we did.
That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at meand stared at me with her crystal eyes.
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 knowthat I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Graduation:-
A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect bodyfloated like an angelup on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-
butshe 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 shoulderand said-
'you're my best friend,thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
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 knowthat I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Death:-
Years passed,
I looked down at the coffinof a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entryshe 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 thatI 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 my self, and I cried.