this is story about love -copy paste

WHEN YOU READ THIS ENTRY, YOU SHOULD TRY TO BE A BOY, AND FEEL 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 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 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.
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, "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.
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 my self, and I cried.






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kelas 10
Saat aku duduk di sana di kelas bahasa Inggris, aku menatap gadis di sampingku. Dia saya disebut "sahabat terbaik". Aku menatap rambutnya panjang, halus, dan berharap dia milikku.Tapi dia tidak melihat saya seperti itu, dan aku tahu itu. Seusai kelas, ia berjalan ke arahku dan meminta catatan saya karena ia melewatkan hari sebelumnya kemudian menyerahkannya padaku. Dia berkata "terima kasih" dan memberiku ciuman di pipi. Aku ingin bilang padanya, aku ingin dia tahu bahwa aku tidak ingin menjadi teman, aku mencintainya tapi aku terlalu malu, dan aku tidak tahu kenapa.
kelas 11
Telepon berdering. Pada ujung yang lain, itu adalah dia. Dia menangis, bergumam dan tentang betapa cinta telah menghancurkan hatinya. Dia meminta saya untuk datang karena dia tidak ingin sendirian, jadi aku. Saat aku duduk di sampingnya di sofa, aku menatap mata yang lembut, berharap dia milikku. Setelah 2 jam, satu Drew Barrymore film, dan tiga kantong keripik, ia memutuskan untuk pergi tidur. Dia menatapku, kata "terima kasih" dan memberiku ciuman di pipi. Aku ingin mengatakan padanya, aku ingin dia tahu bahwa aku tidak ingin menjadi teman, aku mencintainya tapi aku terlalu malu, dan aku tidak tahu kenapa.
Tahun Senior
Prom hari sebelum dia berjalan ke loker saya. tanggal saya sakit "katanya, dia tidak akan berjalan dengan baik, saya tidak punya teman kencan, dan di kelas 7, kami membuat janji bahwa jika kita tidak memiliki tanggal, kita akan pergi bersama-sama hanya sebagai" teman terbaik " Jadi kami tidak Prom malam., setelah semua selesai, aku berdiri di ambang pintu depan rumahnya.. Aku menatapnya sambil tersenyum padaku dan menatapku dengan mata kristal nya aku ingin dia menjadi milikku,. tapi dia tidak memikirkan aku seperti itu, dan aku tahu itu. Lalu ia berkata, "Saya punya waktu yang terbaik, terima kasih" dan memberiku ciuman di pipi. aku ingin mengatakan padanya, aku ingin dia tahu bahwa aku nggak ingin hanya menjadi teman, aku mencintainya tapi aku terlalu malu, dan aku tidak tahu kenapa.
Hari wisuda
hari berlalu, kemudian seminggu, lalu sebulan. Sebelum aku sempat berkedip, itu adalah hari wisuda. Aku melihat tubuh yang sempurna itu melayang seperti malaikat di atas panggung untuk mendapatkan ijazah. Aku ingin dia menjadi milikku, tapi dia tidak melihat saya seperti itu, dan aku tahu itu. Sebelum semua orang pulang, dia datang padaku di baju dan topi, dan menangis saat aku memeluknya. Lalu ia mengangkat kepalanya dari bahu saya dan berkata, "kau teman baikku, terima kasih" dan memberiku ciuman di pipi. Aku ingin mengatakan padanya, aku ingin dia tahu bahwa aku tidak ingin menjadi teman, aku mencintainya tapi aku terlalu malu, dan aku tidak tahu kenapa.
Beberapa tahun kemudian
Sekarang aku duduk di bangku gereja. Gadis itu akan menikah sekarang. Aku melihat dia berkata "Aku" dan pergi ke kehidupan barunya, menikah dengan pria lain. Aku ingin dia menjadi milikku, tapi dia tidak melihat saya seperti itu, dan aku tahu itu. Tapi sebelum dia pergi, dia datang kepadaku dan berkata "kau datang!". Dia berkata "terima kasih" dan mencium pipiku.Aku ingin mengatakan padanya, aku ingin dia tahu bahwa aku tidak ingin menjadi teman, aku mencintainya tapi aku terlalu malu, dan aku tidak tahu kenapa.
Pemakaman
Tahun berlalu, aku menatap jenazah seorang gadis yang dulu saya "sahabat terbaik". Pada layanan ini, mereka membaca catatan harian dia menulis dalam tahun-tahun sekolah tinggi-tinggi. Ini adalah apa yang dibaca: Aku menatapnya berharap ia milikku, tapi dia tidak melihat saya seperti itu, dan aku tahu itu. Aku ingin mengatakan padanya, aku ingin dia tahu bahwa aku tidak ingin menjadi teman, aku mencintainya tapi aku terlalu malu, dan aku tidak tahu kenapa. Saya berharap ia akan mengatakan dia mencintai saya! `Saya berharap saya tidak terlalu ...` saya pikir untuk diri saya, dan saya menangis.