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I'm In Love With A Girl Who Is My Best Friend.

When i first met my best friend we always  talk and hang out every weekend and everyday we always pass notes and talk in class and i think she is beautiful, intelligent, funny, out going. She does not know i'm in love with her because i'm way too scared to tell her because then we probably would't be friends a gin and i have so many feelings for her and like we text everyday and like i tell i love her but i say jk because then she would probably be freaked out and we always sit close to each other and we hug a lot but i just cant tell her that I'm in love with her because we do everything together and i don't want to ruin all the good times we had but every time i'm around her i cant stop smiling i'm really in love with her but i just cant tell no one how i feel... I really want to but i cant.. Can someone comment and tell me what i should do??
mollymcm10 mollymcm10 13-15 3 Responses Jun 14, 2010

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life is about losing and winning. and if you don't take a risk you would never know if you lose or win. if you tell yourfriend about your feeling your going to know if she really deserves you love and frienship.

You have one life. If you think its the love of your life, you should try it: the key of happiness is maybe just standing in front of you.

10th grade <br />
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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.<br />
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11th grade <br />
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. <br />
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Senior year <br />
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. <br />
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Graduation Day <br />
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could bl<x>ink, 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.<br />
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A Few Years Later <br />
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.<br />
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Funeral<br />
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. <br />
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This is my advice i hope you get what you need out of it.

Wow... This makes thinking