And I Don't Know Why...

1st Semester of 1st Year,

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 him short, curly 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 that cute smile. I wanted 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.

2nd Semester of 1st Year,

The phone rang. On the other end, it was him. He
was in teary eyes, 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 of talking
and three bags of chips, he decided to go to sleep.
He looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me that
cute smile . 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.

Last semester of 2nd Year,

The day before Christmas Party 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 that day, we
made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we
would go together just as "best friends". So we
did. Christmas Party night, after everything was
over, I was standing at his front door step! I stared
at him as he smiled at me and stared at me with
his crystal eyes. I want him to be mine, but he
doesn'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 body floated like an angel up on stage
to get his 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 I cried as I hugged him. Then he lifted my
head from his 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 of the church. That boy is
getting married now. I watched him say "I do" and
drive off to his new life, married to other 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 College
years. This is what it read:
I stare at her wishing she was mine, but she
doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. 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. I wish she would tell me she loved
me!
I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.