“A touching love story that ‘ll
make u cry”
If you love someone, Tell Them,
Don’t let your heart be
broken by words left unspoken.
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, and wished she was 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 was mine. After 2
hours, one Drew Barrymore
movie, and three bags of chips,
she decided to go home.
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:-
One fine day she walked 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. That night, after
everything was over, I was
standing at her front door step. I
stared at her as She
smiled at me and stared at me
with her crystal eyes.
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:-
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 I don’t know
why.
Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the
church. That girl is getting
married now. 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.
Death:-
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 my self, and I cried.

chaiii.. wat a touching story