A Sad Love Story

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, dark, 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 for the notes she had missed the day before
i handed them to her. She said "thanks"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I wanted to tell her,
I want her to know that I don't want us 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 how her boyfriend had left her.
She asked me to come over
because she didn't feel like being alone, so I did.

As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at her beautiful brown eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one basketball 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 us to be just friends.
I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


Senior year

The day before prom
she walked to my locker.
she said; "My date is sick"
he's not feeling well.
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as "best friends". So we did.
Prom night, after everything was over,
we were standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as she smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes.

I want her to be mine,
but she isn't thinking 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 us to be just friends.
I love her 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 her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma.

I want her to be mine,
but she isn't thinking of me like that, and I know it. Before everyone went home,
she came to me in his smock and hat,
and I 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 us 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.
That girl 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! thanks"
and kissed me on the cheek.

I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want us 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 a girl who used to be my "best friend".
At the service, they read a letter that she had written during 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 us 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.