~ Too Late to Tell ~

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 loved 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 two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, a 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 loved 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 o”. Well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promised 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 a 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 loved her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.”

A day passed, the week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel on the stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine – but she didn’t notice me like that, I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and oried as I hug 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 loved her but I’m just to shy, and I don’t know why.”

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my ‘best friends’. 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 loved him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.” I wish he would tell me that he loved me……..” “I wish I did too…..” I thought to my self, and cried.

s/c : remember this quote: Do yourself a favor, tell her/him that you love them, even if you don’t know how would they’ll react, just let them know how you ‘really’ feel abut them. They won’t be there forever.