my teacher in english/adviser shared this story to us when i was in my 1st year highschool... i don't know who wrote this and all i can say is i'm glad that he did...^_^

'bestfriends'
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 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 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. 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 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
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 to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy, and don't know
why. Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is
getting married. 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. 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 myself, and i cried.