  Hey, I'm back again. Just went to friendster and checked out the bulletin bored. Saw this really very sad story, so I thought I shared it with you. As I sat there in English class, I stared atthe girl next to me. She was my so called "bestfriend". I stared at her long, silky hair, andwished 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 toher. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on thecheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends, I love herbut 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 tocome over because she didn't want to be alone,so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, Istared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, andthree bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me akiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be justfriends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and Idon't know why.
Senior year The day before prom she walked to my locker. "Mydate is sick" she said; he's not going to gowell, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, wemade a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". Sowe did. Prom night, after everything was over, Iwas standing at her front door step! I stared ather as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but shei sn't think of me like that, and I know it.
Then she said "I had the best time, thanks! " and gaveme 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 Idon't know why. Graduation Day A day passed, then a week, then a month. BeforeI could blink, it was graduation day. I watchedas her perfect body floated like an angel up onstage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't noticeme like that, and I knew it. Before everyonewent home, she came to me in her smock and hat ,and cried as I hugged her .Then she lifted her head from my shoulder andsaid, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gaveme a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, Iwant her to know that I don't want to be justfriends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. A Few Years Later 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 toanother man.
I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knewit. 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 tooshy, and I don't know why. Funeral 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 hadwrote 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 justfriends, I love himbut 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. I Love U I Love U I Love U..." Remember to tell the person you like how you feel. I know it's hard but you need to.
Don't be like the girl in the story. *hugs abd kisses* Li Ting ~you rock my world* 
