Didn't Feel the Same Way

I found this somewhere and sort of reworded it because I don't remember exactly how it went and I like it better this way:

(It's long, but bear it, please)

I remember back in 7th grade
When the dance was coming up
And no one had asked her and no one had asked me
So I took her
Afterward, I walked her to her doorstep
I'll never forget the moment when
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said:
"Thanks so much for being such a
Good friend."
It hurt really badly, but I knew that
She didn't feel the same way I did

I remember back in high school
Right before prom
When her boyfriend had left her
And her tears were pouring on my shoulder
Afterward, she felt better
I'll never forget the moment when
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said:
"Thanks so much for being such a
Good friend."
It hurt really badly, but I knew that
She didn't feel the same way I did

I remember back at prom
When it was coming up
And we had promised in 7th grade
that if the dance happened again
We would go together
We had a good time
I'll never forget the moment when
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said:
"Thanks so much for being such a
Good friend."
It hurt really badly, but I knew that
She didn't feel the same way I did

I remember being in the crowd at her wedding
Watching her kiss her groom
Into a binding contract of love
With some other person
I was still happy for her
After, she came up to me
I'll never forget the moment when
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said:
"Thanks so much for being such a
Good friend."
It hurt really badly, but I knew that
She didn't feel the same way I did

I remember being at her son's christening
So happy for her that she had a baby
Knowing that he was all she ever wanted
Watching as her eyes filled with tears of pride as he grew up
With her new child, she came up to me
I'll never forget the moment when
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said:
"Thanks so much for being such a
Good friend."
It hurt really badly, but I knew that
She didn't feel the same way I did

Now I'm crying over her body
Listless, a shell of what used to be there
What used to be joy and thoughtfulness
And tears pour overflowing even faster
As the minister reads from her continued diary throughout life:

"I'll never forget the moments when
I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and said:
thanks so much for being such a
Good friend.'
It hurt really badly to leave him like that, but I knew that
He didn't feel the same way I did."