A touching love story that ‘ll make u cry”

If you love someone, Tell Them, Don’t let
your heart be broken by words left
unspoken.
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,
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.
I handed them to her.
She 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.
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
Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of
chips, she decided to go home.
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.
Senior year:-
One fine day she walked to my locker. “My
date is sick” she said, ”hes 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. That 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.
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:-
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 I’m
just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That
girl is getting married now. 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.
Death:-
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of
a 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 was 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
me !
………’I wish I did too…’
I thought to my self, and I cried.