When I was in 10th grade, in English class, I looked at the girl next to me. She was the so-called “best friend.” I looked at her long, silky hair and wanted it to be mine. But she didn’t see me any differently, and I knew it. After class, she went to me and asked for my class notes the day before, and I gave them to her. She said “thank you” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I don’t just want to be friends, I love her, but I was too shy and I knew how to tell her.
The phone rang. At the other end, it was her. She was in tears, muttering to me how love had destroyed her heart. She asked me to come, because she didn’t want to be alone, so I did, I went to her. As I sat down next to her on the couch, I looked into her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a movie and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. He looked at me, said “thank you” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I don’t just want to be friends, I love her, but I was too shy and I didn’t know how to tell her.
The day before the ball I went to see her. My father is ill, she said; I don’t know if I can go to the prom. In the 7th grade we made a promise that if none of us had a partner to go to the ball with, we would go together as “best friends.” That’s what I did. On prom night, when it was all over, I was standing in front of her door, I looked at her, she smiled at me and looked at me with her crystal eyes. Then he said, “I felt great. Thank you!” And he kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I don’t just want to be friends, I love her, but I was too shy and I didn’t know how to tell her.
DAY OF GRADUATION:
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Then came graduation day. I watched her perfect body float like an angel on stage, graduating. Before everyone returned home, she came to me in her clothes and graduation hat, and cried when I hugged her. Then he lifted his head from my shoulder and said, “You’re my best friend. Thank you.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
A FEW YEARS LATER:
I was standing in the doorway of the church, she was getting married … I looked at her saying yes and I led her to her new life, married to another man. But before he left, he came to me and said, “You came, thank you!” and kissed me on the cheek.
Years passed, I came to see the inscription of a woman who was my best friend. During the service, the father read a letter, which my friend had written in high school. Here is what she says: “I look at him and I wanted him to be mine, but he only saw me as his best friend … I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be alone friends, I love him, but I’m too shy and I don’t know why. I’d like him to tell me he loves me! “” That’s what I wanted … then I cried. “Recommended1 Simily SnapPublished in