10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl selanjutnya 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 hari before and handed them to her. She berkata "thanks" and gave me a ciuman on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I cinta 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 cinta had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat selanjutnya 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, berkata "thanks" and gave me a ciuman on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I cinta her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior tahun
The hari before prom she walked to my locker. My tanggal 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 berkata "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a ciuman on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I cinta her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation hari
A hari passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an malaikat 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 ciuman on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I cinta 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 berkata "you came!". She berkata "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 cinta 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 cinta 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.
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl selanjutnya 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 hari before and handed them to her. She berkata "thanks" and gave me a ciuman on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I cinta 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 cinta had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat selanjutnya 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, berkata "thanks" and gave me a ciuman on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I cinta her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior tahun
The hari before prom she walked to my locker. My tanggal 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 berkata "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a ciuman on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I cinta her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation hari
A hari passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an malaikat 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 ciuman on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I cinta 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 berkata "you came!". She berkata "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 cinta 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 cinta 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.
Author: Tamra L. Noe
I cinta anda lebih than life itself
But I’m afraid to love.
My jantung is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.
I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll cinta me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.
I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.
I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.
You've got my jantung held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.
I know that somewhere in your jantung
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make anda see.
I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my jantung belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.
I cinta anda lebih than life itself
But I’m afraid to love.
My jantung is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.
I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll cinta me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.
I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.
I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.
You've got my jantung held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.
I know that somewhere in your jantung
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make anda see.
I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my jantung belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.
