Just like Ronan Keating said
If Tomorow Never Comes……..
10th grade
As
I sat there in English class, I stared at the boy next to me. He was my so
called "best friend". I stared at his short hair, and wished he was
mine. But He didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, he walked
up to me and asked me for the notes he had missed the day before and handed
them to him. He said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I
wanted to tell him, I want his 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.
11th grade
The
phone rang. On the other end, it was him. He was in tears, mumbling on and on
about how his love had broke his heart. He asked me to come over because He
didn’t want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to him on the sofa, I stared
at his soft eyes, wishing He was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips, He decided to go to sleep. He looked at me, said
"thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.
Senior year
The
day before prom he walked to my locker. "My date is sick" he said;
she’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 his front door step! I stared at his as he smiled at
me and stared at me with his
crystal eyes. I want him to be mine, but he isn’t think of me like that, and I know it. Then he said "I
had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.
Graduation Day
A
day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation
day. I watched as his perfect muscular body floated like an angel up on stage
to get her diploma. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn’t notice me like
that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, he came to me in his smock
and hat, and cried as I hugged him. Then he lifted his head from my shoulder
and said, "you’re my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. 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.
A Few Years Later
Now
I sit in the pews. That boy is getting married now. I watched his say "I do" and drive
off to his new life, married to another woman. I wanted him to be mine,
but he didn’t see me like that, and I knew it. But before he drove away,
he came to me and said "you came!". He said "thanks" and
kissed me on the cheek. 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.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down
at the coffin of a boy who used to be my "best friend". At the
service, they read a diary entry he had wrote in his 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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Love U ……………..
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Love U …………..
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Love U ……………..
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Love U ……………
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Love U …………….
I
Love U ………………
I
Love U ……………..
