Best Friends

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 for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her and she said thanks and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want to tell her i want to be more than just friends. That I love her. But I'm just to shy and I don't know why.

(11th grade.)

The phone rang and on the other end she was in tears mumbling on and on about how her love had just broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, and so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided she wanted to go to sleep. She looked at me and said thanks and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I wanna be more than just friends. That I love her, but I'm just to shy and I don't know why.

(Senior year.)

The day before the prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick," she said, "He's not going to come." Well I didn't have a date and in the 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 as she smiled, staring at me with her big crystal eyes. I want her to be mine but she doesn't think of me like that and I know it. "I had the best time," she said, "Thank you so much!" Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I want to be more than just friends. That I love her, but I'm just to shy and I don't know why.

(A month later.)

A day passed, and then a week, and then a month, and before I could blink it was graduation day. I watched her 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 everything was over 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're my best friend. Thanks!", and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want to tell her that I don't want to be just friends. That I love her, but I'm just to shy and I don't know why.

(10 years later.)

Now I sit in the pews of that old church by the hill. That girl is getting married now to a man that isn't afraid to tell her of his love. 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. Before she drove away, she came to me and said, "Hey, you came! Thanks!", and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I want to be more that just friends. That I love her, but I'm just to shy and I don't know why.

(15 years later.)

Years passed. I look 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 highschool 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 want to be more than just friends. That I love him, but I'm just too shy and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me that he loved me." I wish i did too, I thought to myself, and cried.