|do me a favour and read|
I want u 2 do me a favour and read this:
A guy and a girl can be just friends... but at
one point or another one of them will fall for the
other, maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe
too late or maybe, just maybe...forever.... 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. I handed
them to her. She said thanks' and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I
dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I
dont 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 ask ed 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'. I love her but
I'm just too shy, and I dont know why.
**************** Senior year ****************
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My
date is sick" she said, he's not gonna 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. 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
dont want to be ju st
friends but I'm just too shy.
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 angle up on stage to
get her diploma.
Before everyone went home, she came to me in her
and hat, and cried as i hugged her. Then she
her head from my shoulder and said-'you're my
best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is
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, knew it. But before she
away, she came to me and said 'you came!'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a
who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service,
read diary entry she had
wrote in her high schoo l 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
DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR, TELL HER/HIM THAT YOU LOVE
EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THEY'LL REACT JUST LET
KNOW HOW YOU 'REALLY' FEEL ABOUT THEM. THEY WONT
THERE FOREVER. AND PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO
OTHERS.......AND IF YOU RECIEVE IT BACK, THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE LOVE YOU