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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 two hours, one Drew Barrymore
movie, a 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 loved 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 gonna o”. Well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promised 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 doesn’t think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said – “I had a 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 loved her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.”
A day passed, the week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel on the stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine – but she
didn’t notice me like that, I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and oried as
I hug 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 loved
her but I’m just to shy, and I don’t know why.”
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