Weeks later, my phone rang. On the other end 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 and I did. I sat next to her on a sofa, stared at her soft eyes wishing she was mine. We watched movies and ate chips. Hours later, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I loved her but was just too shy and I didn't know why.
A month Later, I met her again at a party and asked whom she came with. 'No one she answered'. She asked if I had a date and I said no. I gave her company, shared some drinks and called it a day. As she walked towards her car, she turned, smiled, kissed me on the cheek and said "bye”. I wished she was mine and yearned to tell her, I didn't want us to be just friends but again, I was just too shy yet I didn't know why.
Days passed, weeks went, then months. Before I could blink, it was the last day of the semester and our last day in school. Before we said bye and parted, she came to me and cried as I hugged her. She then lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek I wanted to tell her, I wanted her, I loved her but was simply too shy and I didn't know why.
Years passed the unexpected happened. My "best friend" had died. At the funeral service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her school days. This is how it read: "I stared at him wishing he was mine, but sadly he wasn’t. I wanted to tell him, I wanted more than friendship but was just too shy, and I didn't know why. I wish he told me he loved me! and I wish I did too..."I thought to myself, and I cried. Was I a coward or just shy?
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