WHEN THINGS GET TOO LATE
IT’S 7TH GRADE.
I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called ‘best friend’. I stared at her long, silky hair and I wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that. 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 too shy to tell her, and I don’t know why.
IT’S JUNIOR YEAR.
My phone rang. On the other end it was her. She was in tears mumbling on and on about how her love had broken 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, we watched Drew Barrymore’s movie with 3 bags of chips. She decided to go to sleep. She looked at me and said “Thanks.” and gave me a kiss on my 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 too shy to tell her. And I don’t know why.
IT’S SENIOR YEAR.
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’d go together just as ‘best friends’. And so we did.
IT’S PROM NIGHT.
After everything was over with. I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her and she smiled at me. I wanted her to be mine but she didin’t think that way. And I knew it. Then she said “I had the best time. Thanks!” And she gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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.
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 her perfect body, floated like an angel up on stage to get her Diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t think of me that way. And I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, crying as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulders and said “You’re my best friend. Thanks!”. And gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted to know that I wanted to be more than ‘just friends’. I love her but I’m too shy. And I don’t know why.
IT’S A FEW YEARS LATER.
Now I am sitting in her wedding ceremony and she is getting married in now. I watched her say “I do” an drove 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! Thanks!”. And she kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be ‘just friends’. I love her but I’m just too shy. And I don’t know why.
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 she wrote, “I stare at him. Wishing he was mine. But he doesn’t notice me like that. And I know it. 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. I wish he could tell me he loved me”.
I take this story from my friend Izzul Syafiq
Thanks for reading.
Hi, my name is Kim. Better known my nickname Kim Campos. I currently live in Seri Maya Condominium, Setiawangsa. 18 years old. I came from a normal family. I would call myself a complicated person, but i'm sure we're all pretty complicated. and why would i call myself complicated? well thats a good question. Let me describe myself, or at least, what i know about myself: i dont get along with many people. I dont like to open up. I'm very reserved. I cant make decisions, choices drive me nuts. I'm honest i can be naive. I tend to contradict myself. I don't get entertained by things that most people get entertained by. I fear crowds, they freak me out. I'm selective. I'd rather go out at night than read a book. I'm actually stupid enough to spend money on my things. I'm constantly looking for that person who will complete me. I enjoy simple things. My favorite color, or shall i say shade, is purple. I love healthy food. I've got so many books that i doubt i'll never be able to read all of them. I find it hard to save up money. I dont like when people cancel on me. I dislike conceited people and selfish people. I love photography, although i doubt i will never become a photographer. i live at home with my parents and my siblings. I watch a lot of movies. i dont like when people pretend they know me, i dont even know myself yet and its been seventeen years. I like painting. People tend to hate on me. I dont model, most of my pictures on facebook and flickr are self-portraits. I dont give a f*ck when people are judgmental. I like to cook, but i usually turn my kitchen into a mess. I like to do sweet things for people i like. I don't watch tv. I usually walk too fast for people. i love to spend some time on my own. Thats all, i guess.
