Hey guys. Got this from one of my classmate's blog. It's really meaningful. The moral of this story is to tell the person you love, that you really love him/her, before it's too late. Here goes...

10th Grade :
As i sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She's my so-called "best friend". I stared at her long,black,silky hair, and wished that 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 it 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. 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 down right beside 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 and 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.

Senior year :
A day before the prom, she walked up 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 to the prom together as "Best Friends". So we did. After the prom, everything was over. I was at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time of my life. Thanks!", and she 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.

Graduation day :
A day passed, then a week, and then a month. Before I could blink my eyes, it was Graduation Day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to recieve her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I know it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. "You're my best friend," 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.

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 another new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I know it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "You came!", 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.

Funeral :
Years passed. I looked down on the coffin of a girl who used to be my "Best Friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote during 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 wanted to tell him. I wanted 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 wished he would look at me in the eyes and told me that he loved me!". 'I wished I did too....', I thought to myself, and I cried.... and cried.....