Drama nman tyo ngaun....

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10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at thegirl next to me. She was my so called "bestfriend". I stared at her long, silky hair, andwished she was mine. But she didn't notice melike that, and I knew it. After class, shewalked up to me and asked me for the notes shehad missed the day before and handed them toher. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on thecheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends, I love herbut 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 howher love had broke her heart. She asked me tocome over because she didn't want to be alone,so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, Istared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, andthree bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me akiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I wanther to know that I don't want to be justfriends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and Idon't know why.

Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "Mydate is sick" she said; he's not going to gowell, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, wemade a promise that if neither of us had dates,we would go together just as "best friends". Sowe did. Prom night, after everything was over, Iwas standing at her front door step! I stared ather as she smiled at me and stared at me withher crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but shedoesn't think of me like that, and I know it.Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" andgave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her,I want her to know that I don't want to be justfriends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and Idon't know why.


Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. BeforeI could blink, it was graduation day. I watchedas her perfect body floated like an angel up onstage to get her diploma. I wanted her to bemine, but she didn't notice me like that, and Iknew it. Before everyonewent home, she came to me in her smock and hat,and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted herhead from my shoulder and said, "you're my bestfriend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her, I want her to know that Idon't want to be just friends, I love her butI'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girlis getting married now. I watched her say "I do"and drive off to her new life, married toanother man. I wanted her to be mine, but shedidn`t see me like that, and I knew it. Butbefore she drove away, she came to me andsaid "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissedme on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want herto know that I don't want to be just friends, Ilove her but I'm just too shy, and I don't knowwhy.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of agirl who used to be my "best friend". At theservice, they read a diary entry she had wrotein her high school years. This is what it read:I stare at him wishing he was mine, but hedoesn't notice me like that, and I know it. Iwant to tell him, I want him to know that Idon't want to be just friends, I love him butI'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wishhe would tell me he loved me!I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and Icried.
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