I Love Her But I’m Just Too Shy and I Don’t Know Why

As I sat there in the Literature class, I stared at the girl sitting next to me. She was my so-called “Best Friend”. I stared at her so long, shiny silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that ever, and I knew that. She came up to me after class and asked me for the notes she had lost the day before, and I handed them over to her and stared at her stunning eyes, shining like stars in the dark sky. She said, "Thanks" after kissing me on the cheek. I wanted to let her know that I don't just want to be friends, that I really like her, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11^th Grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears and speaking indistinctly on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asked me to come there because she didn’t want to be alone, so I did. I sat on the sofa next to her, I just stared at her soft eyes, wishing me she was mine. After 1 hour, one Netflix movie, and four bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me and kissed me on the cheek and said “thanks”. I wanted to let her know that I don't just want to be friends, that I really like her, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year

The day before prom she came to me and said “Her date is sick, he’s not getting to go well, I didn’t have a date” and in 8th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we may go together as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I used to be standing at her front entrance step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me together with her crystal eyes. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t consider me like that, and that i knew it. She said “It was great, thanks!” and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to let her know that I don't just want to be friends, that I really like her, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then every week, then a month even before I blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel on the stage to urge her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t notice me like that, and that i knew it. She came over to me before everyone went home and cried as I held her. Then she lifted her head off my shoulder and said, "Thank you, you are my best friend” and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to let her know that I don't just want to be friends, that I really like her, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later

Now I sit within the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. I watched her say “I do” and chase away to her new life, married to a different man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that, and that i knew it. Before she drove out, she came to me and said "you came. Thanks!” and she kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to let her know that I don't just want to be friends, that I really like her, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral

Years went by, and I looked down at a girl's coffin who used to be my best friend. At the funeral, they read a diary she wrote during her high school years "I am watching him and wish he was mine, but he does not notice me like that, and this is all I know. I want to let him know that I want him to understand that I don't just want to be friends, that I really like him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish that he had told me he loved me!”. “I wish I would have known that too” I said, and I shed tears.