why won't he say "I LOVE YOU?"

IT'S 8TH GRADE...
I stared at the guy next to me. He was my "friend". Smooth, handsome hair. And I wished he was mine. But he didn't notice me like that. I knew it. After class he walked up to me and asked me for the notes he had missed the day before. And I handed them to him. He said "Thanks", and gave me a hug. I wanted to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be "just friends". I love him but I'm too shy to tell him. And I don't know why.

IT'S JUNIOR YEAR...
My phone rang. On the other end it was him. He was saying something. Mumbling on and on about how she had broken his heart with another guy. He asked me to come over because he didn't want to be alone. So I did. As I sat next to him on the sofa, I stared at his soft eyes. Wishing he was mine. After two hours, a funny movie, and three bags of chips, he decided to go to sleep. He looked at me, said "Thanks." and gave me a hug. I wanted to tell him. I want him to know. That I don't want to be "just friends". I love him but I'm too shy to tell him. And I don't know why.

IT'S SENIOR YEAR...
The day before prom. He walked to my locker. "My date is sick" he said. She's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 8th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we'd go together just as "friends". And so we did.

IT'S PROM NIGHT...
After everything was over with, we were standing on my front door step. I stared at him . He smiled at me. I wanted him to be mine. But he doesn't think of me like that. And I know it. Then he said "I had the best time. Thanks." And he gave me a hug. I wanted to tell him. I wanted 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.

IT'S GRADUATION DAY...
A day passed. And then a week. And then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched him. Perfect body. Floated like an angel up on stage to get his diploma. I wanted him to be mine. But he doesn't think of me that way. And I know it. Before everyone went home, he came to me in his smock and hat and cried as I hugged him. Then he lifted his head from my shoulders and said "You're my best friend. Thanks." And gave me a hug. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to know that I wanted to be more than "just friends". I love him but I'm too shy. And I don't know why.

IT'S A FEW YEARS LATER...
Now I sit in the pews of the church. A church that he is getting married in now. I watched him say "I do" and drive off to his new life. Married to another woman. I wanted him to be mine. But he didn't see me like that. And I knew it. But before he drove away. He came to me and said "You came! Thanks!" And he gave me a hug. I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know that I didn't want to be "just friends". I love him but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.

YEARS PASSED...
I looked down at the coffin of a guy who used to be my "best friend". At the service they read a notebook entry he had wrote in his high school years. This is what it said. "I stare at her. Wishing she was mine. But she doesn't notice me like that. And I know it. I wanted to tell her. I wanted 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. I wish she would tell me she loved me". I wish I did too, I thought to myself and cried.

The moral of this story is, If you love someone, tell them, for if you wait to long, they may be gone, and you can???t get them back.