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����� > > > > READ THIS please!
����� > >
����� > > > > * If_ you_don't_you_will_regret_it!!!!!!!
����� > >
����� > > > >By the way....this is a boy speaking! ; )
����� > >
����� > > > > 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 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 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
����� doesn'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.
����� > >
����� > * ~ ~*MAKE A WISH*~ ~
����� *
����� > and scroll
����� > down...
����� >
����� >
����� >
����� > > > > i love u
����� > >
����� > > > > i love u
����� > >
����� > > > > i love u
����� > > >
����� > >
����� >

I love you, too.


so i sat on the swing
and cried with the wind and the dark
in the playground.