As I Sat ther in English Class

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 were 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. I handed them to her. She 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.

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 were 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 goanna 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 meant 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.

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 don't know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married.
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 seem 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.

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 myself, and I cried...

that's it...regrets come in the end...hayst...so sad...

better to take the chance if you have,so even if you wont get it,atleast you tried.....