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 and
handed them to her. She said
“thanks” and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. 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.
Grade 11: 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 to sleep. 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:
The day before matric dance she
walked
to my locker. My date is sick” she
said; he’s not going to go well, I
didn’t have a date, and in grade 7, we
made a
promise that if neither of us had dates,
we would
go together just as “best friends”.
So we did. Matric dance 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. I want her to be mine, but
she isn’t think of me like that, and I
know it. 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 Day:
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 went
home, she came to me in her
graduation dress 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.
A Few Years Later: Now Im sitting in a
church. 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. 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.
Funeral:
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 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…
May this be a lesson to all of us. If you
love
someone, don’t let a day, a week,
months or a year pass by to tell him/
her that you love him/
her.!
Never Hide Your Feelings
21 Friday Nov 2014
Posted in Life
The Dynamic World 