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 said...
"I stare at him...
Wishing he was mine...
But he doesn't notice me like that...
And I know it...
I wanted to tell him...
I wanted 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...
Credits to Samurai...
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