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, 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. 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 wa