Love- I don't know why

When I read this write up in Relationships-THT back in 2001, I was overwhelmed. Love- and 'One-sided love' has been part of everybody's life for a while- I believe. Actually, I was surfing few blogs when I come across this blog 'What is Love?', and this story just rejuvenated in my memory again. Hope you'll like.

Classroom: I sat there in history class and stared at the guy next to me. He was my so-called best friend. I stared at his dark silky hair, and wished he were more than that. But he didn't think of me like that, and I knew it. After class, he walked up to me and asked me for some notes he had missed the day before, I handed them to him. He said "Thank you" and kissed me on my cheek I wanted to tell him, I wanted him to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I loved him but I'm just too shy.

First Year: The phone rang. It was him on the other end. He was in tears, mumbling about how his love broke his heart. He asked me to come over because he didn't want to be alone. As I sat next to him on the sofa, I stared at his soft eyes, wishing he were mine. He looked at me, said: "Thanks for being there for me." I wanted to tell him, I wanted him to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I loved him but I'm just too shy.

Second Year: The day before a college dance festival he walked up to me. "My date is sick," he said, "She's not going to come.”I didn't have a date, and in past we promised that if neither of us had dates, we would go together as 'best friends'. We did. That night, we were standing at my doorstep. I stared at him as he smiled at me and stared at me with his eyes. He said, "I had a good time. Thanks!" and kissed me on my cheek. I wanted to tell him, I wanted him to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I loved him but I'm just too shy, I don't know why.

Days passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as his body floated like an angel on to the stage to get his diploma. I wanted him to be mine but he didn't look at me like that and I knew it. Before everyone went home, he came to me and cried as I hugged him. Then he lifted his head and said "You're my best friend. Thank you." and kissed me on my cheek. I wanted to tell him, I wanted him to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I loved him but I'm just too shy, I don't know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church, the one I have loved all my life is getting married now. I wanted him to be mine. But before he drove away, he came to me and said 'you came. Thank you.' and kissed me on my cheek. I wanted to tell him, I wanted him to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I loved him but I'm just too shy, I don't know why.

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of the man who used to my best friend. At the service, they read a diary entry he wrote in his school: "I stare at her, stare at her long silky hair wishing she was mine, but she doesn't look at me like that, and I know it. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her. I wish she would tell me she loved me. But she's just too shy, I don't know why."