10/04/2021
...........MY WORDS LEFT UNSPOKEN.....
If you love someone, Tell Them, Don’t let
your heart be broken by words left
unspoken.
10th Grade:-
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 home.
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:-
One fine day she walked to my locker. “My
date is sick” she said, ”hes 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. That 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.
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:-
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.
Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That
girl is getting married now. 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.
Death:-
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