Cute Love Story

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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.
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 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 prom 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 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 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 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.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the 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.

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