i want germany to read this, but will he?

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. I wished she were 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 I handed them to
her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the other end. 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, a 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.

12th Grade ,
The day before prom she walked to my
locker. "My
date is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well,
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. 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. A week passed. A month passed.
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 she 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.
She is gettin
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 ,
yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the 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 were 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 mei wish I did tooi thought to myself, and I cried.