One boy’s dairy
10th grade….
As I sat there in the 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 for the notes she had missed the day
before. I handed them to her. Then, I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that
I don’t want to be 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 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 to next to
her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, 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 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,
I loved her so much, but I just can’t say it. I always think the word “Shy” by
the time I see her.
Senior year…
One fine day she walked to my locker, “my date 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, that night, after everything was over, I was
standing at her front door step, I stared at her as she smiled at me, and
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 know that I don’t
want to be just friends. I loved 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 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 she came to me in her smock and
hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and
said “You are my best friend, Thanks”
and gave me a kiss , I wanted 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.
Marriage…
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 want to
tell her, I want her to know, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know
why.
Death…
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a 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 reads,
“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 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 myself,
and cried”.
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