Story of an Untold Love...

This is not my creation, I got it on orkut. As I liked it a lot, I'm putting it here.

First Year:

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 forthe notes she had missed the day before.

I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'I want to tell her,

I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Second Year:

The phone rang. On the other end,it was her.

She was in tears,mumbling on and on about howherlove had broke her heart.

She asked me to come overbecause she didn't want to be alone, So I did.

As I sat next toher 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 home.

She looked at me, said'thanks'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.

Third year:

One fine day she walked to my locker.

"My date is sick" she said,"hes not gonna go" well,I didn't have a date,

and in third year,we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,

we would go together just as 'best friends'.So we did.

That evening, after everything was over,I was standing at her front door step.

I stared at her as She smiled at meand stared at me with her crystal eyes.

Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"I want to tell her,

I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Final year:

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 angelup on stage to get her degree.

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 shoulderand said- 'you're my best friend,thanks'I want to tell her,

I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why

Marriage:

That girl is getting married now

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'I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Death:

Years passed, I looked down at the coffinof a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.

At the service, they read a diary entryshe had wrote in her college 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 thatI 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.