#Heart to Heart By vania

#Heart to Heart
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 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.
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 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 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 entry 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 my self, and I cried.