This is so sad.

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.

So similar to a cheezy email a ex girlfriend sent me...
It could be sad but the cheezyness makes it akward instead of sad.
Without repeating the same line over and over, and maybe saying it just at the beggining and at the end it could be much much better.
But that's just my humble opinion.

People waste far too much time obsessing over ifs and maybes and could've beens rather than actually pursuing what they want.

I don't buy this "i'm too shy" or "I don't want to ruin what I've got" crap. You're all just masochists who enjoy the martyred suffering and the thrill/agony of the "it could happen" fantasy rather than actually going through with it and losing the mystique of the impossible and forbidden.

People waste far too much time obsessing over ifs and maybes and could've beens rather than actually pursuing what they want.

I don't buy this "i'm too shy" or "I don't want to ruin what I've got" crap. You're all just masochists who enjoy the martyred suffering and the thrill/agony of the "it could happen" fantasy rather than actually going through with it and losing the mystique of the impossible and forbidden.

It's one of the amazing things humans can do. Imagine. That story was obviously written just for fun and it's a simple simple way of imagining life "possibilities". There are more complex stuff like Kafka's Metamorphosis. It doesn't mean he's obsessing over "ifs" and "maybes" or beign a masochist, it's just another way of imagining life.
Although I get your point. In real life it's pretty sad, eventhough I consider myself "too shy".

It's one of the amazing things humans can do. Imagine.

Imagination should be used to foster and develop your life, express yourself creatively and give you ideas about new directions and possibilities, not be a permanent shelter you hide inside because reality is too much effort.

This story just exemplifies that mistake.

The Wright brothers dreamt of flying and pursued that dream until it became a reality. Dreaming of someone returning feelings you've never told them you even have because you want them to make the first move is absurd.

I don't aggre with that, it's more cowardice then a self satisfaction of pain.

Should, but we can use as we want.
Yes, you think it's a waste.
Sure, I think in some cases it's a waste aswell.
But that doesn't mean people make mistakes by imagining whatever they want.
Besides it doesn't harm anyone. I doubt anyone finds this inspiring and will start to obsses over "ifs" and "maybes".


What the author of that "story" wrote is obviously not true. It's just mere fiction. It could be tons of things. Expressing stuff, practicing writting skills...who knows...but it's not true.
What Kafka wrote in "Metamorphosis" didn't happen either but that doesn't make it silly or a mistake.

I remember reading this off of a MySpace bulletin like 598673098 years ago. More than once, lol.