I wish..

*something to good not to get noticed it was written by my brother*

7th grade 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. She didn't notice me
like that, I knew it. After class she walked up to me
and asked for the notes she had missed the day before
and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and got
ready for the next class. I wanna tell her, I want her
to know i dint wanna 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 two hours a Drew Barrymore
movie, and three bags of popcorn, she decided to go to
sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks for coming over
tonight" and then gave me a hug goodnight. I want her
to know 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 up to my
locker. "My date is sick" she said; "hes not gonna
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, she smiled at
me. 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 hug goodnight. I wanna
tell her, I want her to know that i don't just want to
be "just friends". I love her but I'm just to 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 the 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 a
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 don't wanna 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 at the pews on the
church. That girl is getting married now. I watched
her say "I do" and drive off to her knew life married
to another man. I wanna tell her to be mine, but he
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 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.

Years past, I looked down at the coffin of a girl
who used to be my "best friend". At the service they
read a journal entry she had wrote in her high school
years. This is what it read: I stared 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, i want him to
know that i don't wanna be "just friends", i love him
but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish she
will tell me he loved me...I wish i did too. I thought
to myself and cried