She’s the woman.
A love story
10 th 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 . 11 th 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 th...
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