A THOUCHING LOVE STORY

"A touching 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, 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 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.

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 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 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.

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 love 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.
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 went home,
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 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:-
Now 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 wanted her to be mine, 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.
I want to tell her,
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.

Death:-
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend' he read a diary entry she had wrote in 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 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. ..............

MORAL OF THE STORY :-

Never be afraid to tell some1 you love them.. .......