BEST FRIEND

by Anonymous

This is a great story that shows how powerful love can be yet people still try to control how they really feel. Pass this on to the friends you love, not tomorrow, not next week, but TODAY for next day maybe too late. You need to let your friends know that you love them. That’s true friendship. Enjoy reading this!

As I sat therein English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was so-called “Best friend”. I stared at her long silky hair. I had wished she were mine. But she did not notice me like that, and I knew it. After the class, she walked up to me and asked me for the note she had missed the day before. I handled them to her. She said thanks and gave me a kiss on my cheeks. 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.

11^th grade the phone rang. On the other end, it was she. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone, so I did. As I go next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she were mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie and 3 bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me and said thanks and gave me a kiss on my cheeks. 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 going to go.” Well I didn’t have a date, and in 7^th grade we made a promise that neither of us had no dates, we won’t 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 smile 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 a best time. Thanks,” and gave me a kiss on my cheeks. 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 her as her perfect body heated like an angel in the stage to get her diploma. I want her to be mine but she doesn’t think of me like that, and I know it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hug her. Then she lifted her head from his shoulder and said, “You came!” and she said “thanks,” and gave me a kiss on my cheeks. 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.

Now inside this church that girl is getting married now. I watched her say “I do” and drive her off her new life, married to another man. I want her to be mine but she doesn’t think of me like that, and I know it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, “You came!” and she said “thanks,” and gave me a kiss on my cheeks. 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 had passed: I looked down at a 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 I have read:

“… I stared 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 cried…