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发表于 2004-3-5 22:20:00
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>Never to Wait for Someone to Say I LOVE U > >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 and handed them to her. She said >"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 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 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 love 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 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 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 Day > >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 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 love 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 >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'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 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 my self, and I cried. >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u |
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