this is soo touchin
n i wonder how can a person keep his burnin feelin so long??


Message: 10th Grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girlnextto me.She was my so-called "best friend". I staredather long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, butshedidn't notice me like that.And I knew it. Afterclass she walked up to me and asked me for thenotesshe had missed the day before, and I handed themtoher.She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on thecheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to knowthat Idon't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'mjusttooshy. And I don't know why.

11th Grade

The phone rang. It was her on the other end. Shewasin tears, mumbling on and on about how her lovehadbroke her heart. She asked me to come overbecauseshe didn't want to be alone, so I did. As Isat nexttoher on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishingshewas mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie,and three bags of chips, she decided to go tosleep.She looked at me, said "thanks," and gave me akisson 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'mjust too shy. And I don't know why.

12th Grade

The day before prom she walked to my locker. "Mydate is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well,Ididn't have a date and in 7th grade we made apromise that if neither of us had dates we would gotogether just as "best friends," so we did. Promnightafter everything was over I was standing at her frontdoor step. I stared at her. She smiled at me andstared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to bemine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and Iknowit. Then she said, "I had the best time,thanks!" andgave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. Iwanther to know that I don't want to be just friends.I loveher, 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. Iwatchedas her perfect body floated like an angel up onstageto get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, butshedidn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Beforeeveryone went home, she came to me in hersmockand hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, shelifted her head from my shoulder and said, "You'remybest friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on thecheek. I want to tell her. I want her to knowthat Idon'twant to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just tooshy.And I don't know why?>

A Few Years Later

Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is gettinmarried,now. I watched her say, "I do" and drive offto her new life, married to another man. I wantedherto be mine but she didn't see me like that, and Iknewit. But before she drove away, she came to me andsaid, "You came!" She said, "thanks!" and kissedmeon the cheek.I want to tell her. I want her to knowthatI don't want to be just friends. I love her, butI'm justtoo shy. And I don't know why...

Funeral

yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of thegirl who used to be my best friend." At the servicethey read a diary entry she had wrote in her highschool years. This is what it read: I stare at himwishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice melike that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I wanthim to know that I don't want to be just friends. Ilove him, but I'mjust too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he wouldtell me he loved me and wish I did too thought tomyself, and I cried.