0th 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.

 

 

:'(

Great job making everyone depressed

Does anyone have any tissues on them?

What is life?

But i suppose if i continue to be shy the same will happen to me. There is this girl i know and we used to talk a lot, but then this other girl came up to both me and her separately that we would make a cute couple, we stopped talking as much after that for some reason. I don't know if she likes me though. 

Edited July 25, 201312 yr by Cuccojenkins

I feel like an asshole for saying move the firetruck on but yeah.. This is great, for like, a story, but in real life I would hope that he would move on.

you know I've read some other good depressing stories... but I liked this one...(And for a second I thought this was you). DAMN IT Now you want me to go put on NAruto Grief and Sorrow Soundtrack now.

Dafuq, why did they read her diary? *privacy invasion alert*

I talked to a girl...she was my friend. I liked her and I said it she rejected me. We don't talk anymore...Your story brought her to my mind. Maybe I should start talking to her again before I lose a close friend...I feel deep and depressed now.

already read this once it sad indeed tho despite of it, i doubt this is a real sad story there are many real stories like these inspiring people to stand up for themselves and confess thier love. I hope some of you have better luck 

Edited July 25, 201312 yr by inori

stale copy-pasta

 

I still cry like a beach every time.

Edited July 25, 201312 yr by projecttank

:'(

 

 "you came!"

 

That;s what *sobs* she sai*sob*d! *sobs

 

I ONLY JOKE TO COVER THE PAIN.

Just shoot me now.

Call me a cold heartless monster, but I can't say I find the story heart breaking. Yeah it's sad that neither of them had the guts to confront the other, and yes that makes it their own fault. If she really wanted him, why marry another man? Because she was tired of waiting, because she wanted to force him to take action? Honestly with both parties at fault in this story, letting their own preconceived notions get in the way is the only "sad" part.

 

But if you continue on, and think about it, it doesn't state how she died. Was it in an accident, was it an illness, was it directly caused by the guy she married? And honestly the only one that could actually pull at my heart strings would be if it was directly caused by the guy she married.(whether it was a car accident with him driving, or something much worse) Think about it, if she died from an accident, it might have happened either way and would have been sadder for the guy to watch his probably wife get killed and know he couldn't do anything. If she died from an illness, she is more likely to have died from it either way, so the same thing could be said. But if she died due to the other guy, that's a whole different outcome. Now not only does her best friend feel regrets for not telling her that he wanted to have a more romantic relationship, he also feels responsible for her death... You could argue that the other ways would still be tragic, but honestly her death in this story was only used as a vehicle to get her thoughts to light. And one could argue that she might have found happiness in the other guy she married, thus meaning the main character was effected the most by him not telling her. For me its a lot harder to see a story like this one.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxPENnSuNQw