Who Nestles Poell ?

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September 8, 2005

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 and handed them to her. She said "thanks!" and gave me a kiss
on the cheek. I wanted 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 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.

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 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
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, 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 wanter her to be mine, but she
didn’t notice me like that, and knew it. Before everyone went , 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.

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 enty 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 myself, and I cried.