The Stories

Story #1

You'll never read a love story thats more touching :')
10th grade:
As I sat there in the 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 was just
too shy, scared and she didn't look at me like that.
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 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 scared and she
didn't look at me like that.
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 a lot!" 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
she never looked at me like that.
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 she never looked at me like that.
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, with tears in her eyes. I want to tell her, I want
her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love
her but she never looked at me like that...
Wait, here's the last part.
Funeral:
Years passed, now I look down at the coffin of a girl
who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they
gave me her diary she had wrote in her high school
years. This is how it began: "I stare at him wishing he
was mine, but he never looked at me like that..."
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Credits: An Anonymous Author