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 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 me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want
her to be mine, but she isn'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.
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