A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. 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 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
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.
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