Read this in a bulletin in my friendster... Find it very meaningful..
Guess ppl tend to regret for things that they wanna say but doesn't have the courage to do so...
Message: Regrets......
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 thinking
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, "Youre 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 myself, and I cried.
I Love You.
