'til the end of time.
7th grade.
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 didnt notice me like that, I knew it.
After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and I handed them to her.
She said "thanks and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don't wanna be just friends, I love her but I'mjust 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, a Drew Barrymore movie, & 3 bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don't wanna 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 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.
Prom night
After everything was over I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her, she smiled at me.
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 wanna 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 wanna tell her, I want her to know that I don't wanna 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 wanna tell her, I want her to know that i dont wanna 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 wanna tell him, I want him to know that I don't wanna be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
I wanna tell him, I want him to know that I don't wanna 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.
-------------------------------------------------
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."
He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said,"Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!"
He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors, we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief!
As he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
"Thankfully, I was saved."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
Each one of us impact one another in some way.
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I knew a girl that was so stupid that.......
She called me to get my phone number.
She spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said "concentrate."
She put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to make up her mind.
She tried to put M&M's in alphabeticalorder.
She sent me a fax with a stamp on it.
She tried to drown a fish.
She thought a quarterback was a refund.
She got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.
She tripped over a cordless phone.
She took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.
She asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.
She studied for a blood test. she thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats.
When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved.
When she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice instead.
When she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said "Airport Left" she turned around and went home.
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