First love...Dhapofied

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
>>> >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. 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.
though i wish otherwise,the above is completely fictional....



Moral of the story:JUST SAY IT MAN!WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!!

And though I wish I had to ability to write something like this,I declare that this has NOT been written by me.So sorry,I liked it so much,that I has to resort to such plagiarism.No disgust please!(By the way,I have written the moral on my own.yeh!)


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