Why didn't I?

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Valleyman

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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
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 doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. The 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 knew it. Before everyone
went , 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
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 myself, and I cried.
 
i got that on myspace every day for the past 6 months.

i laughed at how much a pussy that guy is.
 
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Leonidas Tzu said:
Pics of your wife in a bikini will save this thread. You're welcome in advance.
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I already posted a link a few months back that had about 20 pictures, you're lucky to get that many.
 
Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end.
Yet the days go by and the weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.



If, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say, "I will call on Jim."
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner! -yet miles away,



"Here's a telegram sir"
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.



If you love someone, tell them.
Remember always to say what you mean.
Never be afraid to express yourself.
Take this opputunity to tell someone
What they mean to you.



Seize the day and have no regrets.
Most importantly, stay close to your
Friends and family, for they have helped
Make you the person that you are today
And are what it's all about
 
Valleyman said:
At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This
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 myself, and I cried.
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Why, for the love of all that is holy, would they read that journal entry at her funeral? Although the rest of the story was crap, that really bothered me.
 
Valleyman said:
I already posted a link a few months back that had about 20 pictures, you're lucky to get that many.
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Eh. I was being sarcastic more than anything. I'm not that desperate for pics of hot girls. Google is quite simple to use. I'm just riling the thread along....

Additionally, I think the protagonist of the story finished one up for the better. If he'd confessed to the girl, she'd have died young (or "many years later," whatever the fuck that means), and he'd have spent the rest of his life in misery. At least he never confessed, probably fell in love with some other chick, and got married.
 
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