The Very Sad Story
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 us 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 Barrymoore movie,
And 3 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 us 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 gonna get well.
I don’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.
She 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 us to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
And I don’t know why.
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 us to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
And I don’t know why.
Now, I sit in the pew 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 notice me like that,
And I knew it.
Before she drove away,
She came to me and said, “you came!”
And kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don’t want us to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
And I don’t know why.
Years passed.
I look down at the coffin of a girl
Who used to be my best friend.
At the service they read a diary entry
She had written in her high school years.
This is what it reads:
I stared at him wishing he was mine,
But he doesn’t notice me like that,
And I know it.
I want him to know that
I don’t want us 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!
“I wish I did too…”
I thought to myself,
and cried.