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>> >> >>>> >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. I 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, and I handed> >>them> >> >>to> >> >> >>>>her. > >> >> >>>> >She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I> >>wanted> >> >>to> >> >> >>>> >tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the other end. 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, a 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. > >> >>> >> >>>> >> >> >> >>>> >12th Grade> >> >> >>>> >> >> >> >>>> >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 > >> >> >>>> >7thgrade we made a promise that if neither of us had> >>dates> >> >>we> >> >> >>>> >would go togetherjust 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 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. A week passed. A month passed. 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 she > >> >>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. She 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 > >> >> >>>> >> >> >> >>>> >yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the 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 were 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.> >> >> >>>> >