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Thursday, January 25, 2007
A dedication to our comrade
[havoc] ranted at 10:31 PM --- Post#2122713856139751909

Sec 1.

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 didnt notice me like that, 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 wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t wanna Be just friends, I love her but I`m just too shy, and I don`t know why...

Sec 4

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, watched a drew barrymore movie, & ate 3 bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t wanna be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and i dont know wHy

J2

The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is Sick" she said, "he`s not gonna go." Well I didnt have a date and in sec 1 we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as "best friends". So we did.

Prom niqht

After everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her, She smiled at me. 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 wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t want to be just friends, I love her but Im just too shy, and I dont 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 anqel up on staqe to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didnt 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 wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don`t wanna be her best friend, 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 gettinq 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 n said you came!" She said. "thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek. I wanna tell her, I want her to know that i dont wanna be just friends, I love her but I`m just too shy, and i don`t know why.

Years passed

I looked down at the coffin of a qirl who used to be my "best friend". At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her junior college 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 wanna tell him, i want him to know that I don`t wanna 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. IF I had whispered words of love into her ears back den, she wd be MINE and I wd be HERS.



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