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Message: <blockquote data-quote="max_xx" data-source="post: 9340863" data-attributes="member: 305649">හුඟ දවසකින් මම  EK අවේ... බලන්නකො මම ගෙනාව එක කොහොමද කියලා ..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. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me likethat.  And I knew it. Afterclass she walked up to me and asked mefor the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to  her..  She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to  tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the other end. 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 softeyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and  three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked atme, 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.    12th Grade   The day before prom she walked to my locker. 'My date 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 doorstep. I  stared at her. 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 the best time,thanks!' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want herto  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 Day    A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. 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 she criedas 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 toknow that I don't want to be   just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don'tknow  why…  A Few Years Later     Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She 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 melike  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'tknow  why...   Funeral  yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl whoused 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 were 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…  i wish I did too…  i thought to myself, and I cried.  </blockquote>

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