I love him but I'm just too shy

10th grade
 As I sat there in English class, I stared at the boy next to me. he was my so called "best friend". I stared at him short, silky hair, and wished he was mine. But he didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, he walked up to me and asked me for the notes he had missed the day before and handed them to him. he said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted 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.

11th grade
 The phone rang. On the other end, it was him. he was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke him heart. he asked me to come over because he didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to him on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing he was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, he decided to go to sleep. he looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.

Senior year
 The day before prom he walked to my locker. My date is sick" he 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 him as he smiled at me and stared at me with him crystal eyes. I want him to be mine, but he isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then he said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.

Graduation Day
 A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as him perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get him the best student. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, he came to me in him smock and hat, and cried as I hugged him. Then he lifted him head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.

Funeral
 Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a boy who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry he 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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boy...
I LOVE U, BUT I'M JUST TOO SHY, AND I DON'T KNOW WHY