yep..its an old story..got it again from a gudfren....well i guess the story can be the other way round too..enjoy..
As I sat there in english class, I stared at thegirl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at herlong, 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' andgave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dontwant to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy,and I dont know why.
**************** 11th grade ****************
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her.
She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how herlove had broke her heart.
She asked me to comeover 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, one Drew Barrymore movie,and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.She looked at me, said 'thanks'. I love her but I'mjust too shy, and I dont know why.
**************** Senior year ****************
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "Mydate is sick" she said, he's not gonna go" 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, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her asshe smiled at me and stared at me with hercrystal 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 know that I dontwant to be just friends but I'm just too shy.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before Icould blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angle up onstage to get her diploma.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' andgave me a kiss on the cheek.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl isgetting married.
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!'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service,they read diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he wasmine; 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 wantto be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me heloved me!'I wish I did too...' I thought to my self, and i cried.
p/s: no film has ever made this type of storyline..
Though none go with me, i'll still walk..