sILENTLY IN LOVE|SYMPATHETIC STORy

Silent Love_________________
read it
10th grade:
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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
shake hand with me. 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
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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
sweet smile. 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
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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 sweet smile. 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
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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”. 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
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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
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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. :'(
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