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...TOUCHING LOVE STORY…


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 ofchips,
������� 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 atme
������� 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 myshoulder
������� 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 toknow
������� 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’mjust 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 my self, and I cried.




HOPE ALL THE "SECRET" LOVERS OUT THERE WILL LEARN A LESSON FROM THIS STORY…

 

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