Something to think about
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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 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. -
how can both parties long time dun notice 1...
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i read this before too. well.. these tell us that if you want sumthing, please go for it. you never knoe wat the other party thinking until you have confirm it
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nice story...
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Originally posted by popikachu:
nice story...
Actually I thought it was pretty sad though beautiful.
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Thank you, stories like this invoke deep feelings within me. Feelings so complicated and sophisticated that even the most linguistically efficient could fail to describe.
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posted before.. in teenage chicken soup for the soul
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Originally posted by Vendettus:
Thank you, stories like this invoke deep feelings within me. Feelings so complicated and sophisticated that even the most linguistically efficient could fail to describe.
Lovelorn?
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damned. . .
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Good job with the writing =]]
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But somethings if you suka suka confess, the girl might get freaked out..
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Originally posted by KaurexO_o:
Good job with the writing =]]
I didn't write these...I will only admit to my own work.
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sigh...
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Oh, i see. But it's a nice story anyways=]]
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isn't this one of those pass-on-this-email-or-you-will-die-at-midnight thing?
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Originally posted by Agenda:
But somethings if you suka suka confess, the girl might get freaked out..
Maybe sometimes it will be better to just confess bah. Then leave the rest to fate. Haix~ -
Originally posted by Agenda:
But somethings if you suka suka confess, the girl might get freaked out..
There is also a way to manage, it's just courage to face it that you need. I realise that young people nowadys lack alot of courage to face their own ego.
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Originally posted by Yuki~!:
isn't this one of those pass-on-this-email-or-you-will-die-at-midnight thing?
nope...I got it from a very nice lady. She's a teacher in Japan..