What's Love?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just About Love..... Read It!! I knw u all will love it!!!!!

Submitted: January 09, 2013

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Submitted: January 09, 2013

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“Life is not a bed of roses”; you must have heard. Often, the thorn that may prick you in the bed of roses is when you are in love. It has its blessings; it has its side effects. No matter how sweet your love relation is, the bruises it may give you are going to stay for life.
Short sad love story from lives of lovers all over the world brings out this very fact. Love comes with pain. Young hearts see each other or at times may not see at all and fall in love. The world then seems like a heavenly place to stay.
The unforeseen circumstances hide themselves behind smiles, sweet moments and romantic endeavors only to appear when you least expect them to. You never know when fate might hit your love relationship with its sharp weapon and separate you and you’re beloved.

Love is the best thing that can happen to you. When you are in love, everything changes around you. The world also changes when this golden relation suffers a breakdown. There is nothing more painful than a sad story. It may be a story of your life or of someone you know. No matter who suffered at the hands of destiny, the intensity of the pain is the same for all.

10th 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.

11th 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 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 want 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.

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 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
said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want 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.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then 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. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and
said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want 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.

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 said "you came!". She said "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 love 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 love 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.


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