If Only

7th Grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the guy next to me. He was my so called "best friend.” I stared at his short, silky hair, and wishing he was mine. But he didn’t notice me like that, I knew it. After class he walked up to me and asked me for the notes he had missed the day before and handed them to him. He said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.

11th Grade

When the phone rang, on the other end it was him. He was in tears, mumbling on and on about how his love had broke his heart. He asked me to come over because he didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to him on the sofa, I stared at his soft eyes, wishing he was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and 3 bags of chips, he decided to go to sleep. He looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.

Senior  Year 

The day before prom, he walked to my locker. "My date is sick," he said; “she's not gonna 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 his front door step. I stared at him, he smiled at me. I want him to be mine, but he doesn't think of me like that and I knew it. Then he said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.

Before Graduation Day

A day passed. Then a week. Then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as his perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get his diploma. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, he came to me in his smock and hat, and cried as I hugged him. then he lifted his head from my shoulder and said, “you're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.

After A Few Years 

I sit in the pews of the church. That guy is getting married now. I watched him say "I do" and drive off to his new life, married to another woman. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn't see me like that and I knew it. But before he drove away, he came to me and said "You came! Thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek. 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.

Years Passed 

I looked down at the coffin of a guy who used to be my "best friend." At the service they read a journal entry he had wrote in his high school years. This is what it read:

"I stared at her wishing she was mine, but she doesn't notice me like that, and I knew it. 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. I wish she would tell me she loved me. I wish I did too."

I thought to myself, and I cried.

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I'm not the author of this story. I once recorded this on a CD and submitted it at school. It's just that, it's really inspiring and I just can't get enough of it. For better story experience, you can listen to the video on the right. :)