<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36893068</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:04:46.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the End</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alone-attheend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36893068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alone-attheend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189488219840136191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36893068.post-116559925433350233</id><published>2006-12-08T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:49:09.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing you were Mine.</title><content type='html'>10th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there at 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 asks 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 I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 in the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After two 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 wanted to tell her, I want her to know I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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". 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 didn't think of me like that, and I know it. Than she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want her to know I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day passed, than week, than a month. Before I could blink 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. Than she lifted her head from my shoulders and said, "You're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want her to know I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 her to know I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read her diary entries she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him wishing he was mine, 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 wished he would tell me he loved me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I did too... I thought to myself and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36893068-116559925433350233?l=alone-attheend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alone-attheend.blogspot.com/feeds/116559925433350233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36893068&amp;postID=116559925433350233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36893068/posts/default/116559925433350233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36893068/posts/default/116559925433350233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alone-attheend.blogspot.com/2006/12/wishing-you-were-mine_116559925433350233.html' title='Wishing you were Mine.'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189488219840136191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
