Eternal Regrets

Tenth 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. However, she didn't look at 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 I 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.

Eleventh 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 go over because she didn't want to be alone. And so I did. As I sat down next to her on the  sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.