Fwd: Do read this poem...

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Whether you be a boy or girl, read this poem...and remember

that reading a poem is all about seeing yourself in it....

 

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 were 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.

I handed them to her.

She 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.

 

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 were 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:

One fine day she walked to my locker.

"My date is sick" she said, "he’s not gonna 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. That 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.

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.

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'

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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

DO YOURSELF A FAVOR, TELL HER/HIM YOU LOVE THEM.

THEY WON'T BE THERE...................FOREVER.

 

 

 

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"When someone shares with you something of value, you have an obligation to share it with others!" ~ Chinese saying
Rajat Srivastava