ajaynehra
August 1st, 2002, 10:06 PM
> 10 th 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, "hes 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.
> 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 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,
> 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 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'.
> 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.
> * Do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them.
> They won't be there...................Forever
NEHRA AJAY
> 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, "hes 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.
> 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 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,
> 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 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'.
> 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.
> * Do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them.
> They won't be there...................Forever
NEHRA AJAY