• As I sat there in English class,
    I stared at the boy next to me.
    He was my so called 'best friend'.
    I stared at his ocean-blue eyes,
    and wished he was mine.
    But he didn't notice me like that,
    and I knew it.
    After class,
    he walked up to me and asked me for
    the notes he had missed the day before.
    I handed them to him. He said 'thanks'
    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.

    The phone rang. On the other end,
    it was him. He was in distress,
    mumbling on and on about how
    he broke up with his only true love
    He asked me to come over
    because he needed company, so I did.
    As I sat next to him on the sofa, I stared at his
    lonely eyes, wishing he was mine.
    After 2 hours, one horror movie,
    and three bags of chips, he decided to go home.
    He looked at me, said 'thanks'
    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.

    One fine day he walked to my locker.
    "My date is sick" he said,
    "she's not gonna go to the prom"
    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.
    That night, after everything was over,
    We were standing at my front door step.
    I stared at him as he smiled at me
    and stared at me with his dreamy eyes.
    Then he said, "thanks, I really enjoyed myself"
    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.

    A day passed, then a week, then a month.
    Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
    I watched him,
    thinking how cool he was,
    went up on stage to get his diploma.
    I wanted him to be mine
    but he didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
    Before everyone went home,
    I went to him,
    I cried as I hugged him,
    Then he lifted my chin and stared into my eyes
    and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks'
    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.

    Now I sit in the pews of the church.
    That boy is getting married now.
    and drive off to his new life,
    married to another woman.
    I wanted him to be mine,
    but he didn't see me like that,
    and I knew it.
    But before he drove away,
    he came to me and said 'you came!'.
    smiled to me and said 'thanks!'
    I want to tell her,
    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.

    Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
    of a guy who used to be my 'best friend'.
    At the service, they read a journal entry
    he had wrote in his high school years.
    This is what it read:
    'I stare at her wishing she was mine,
    but she doesn't notice me like that,
    and I know it.
    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.
    I wish she would tell me she loved me !
    .........I wish I did too...'
    I thought to myself, and I cried hard.