Live and Tell The One

I don't own this, but it's a classic moralistic story :)

10th 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 I 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 I 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 Titanic film, and three bags of crisps, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me and 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 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 just want to be 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 himg to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm 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 myself and cried...

(: Don't waste your life, after all you only life once :)

The End

1 comment about this work Feed