Guyz just go through dis.....u will surely like dis....my brother made me read this poem cum story and i found it really nice, touching and emotional.....i hope u guyz like it....
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 and i 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'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 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.
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!" 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, 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.
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 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.
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 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.
