10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl Weiter 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 Tag before and handed them to her. She sagte "thanks" and gave me a KISS on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I Liebe 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 Liebe had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat Weiter 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, sagte "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 Liebe her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior Jahr
The Tag before prom she walked to my locker. My datum 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 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 isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she sagte "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 Liebe her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Tag
A Tag 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 – Jäger der Finsternis 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 Liebe 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 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 sagte "you came!". She sagte "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 Liebe her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
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 Liebe 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 my self, and I cried.
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl Weiter 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 Tag before and handed them to her. She sagte "thanks" and gave me a KISS on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I Liebe 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 Liebe had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat Weiter 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, sagte "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 Liebe her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior Jahr
The Tag before prom she walked to my locker. My datum 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 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 isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she sagte "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 Liebe her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Tag
A Tag 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 – Jäger der Finsternis 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 Liebe 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 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 sagte "you came!". She sagte "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 Liebe her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
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 Liebe 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 my self, and I cried.
