I wish I was not too shy
Looking at her, my eyes fill with regretful tears. She was so called my best friend who is having an endless sleep for over a year in this graveyard. Our friendship story started in 10th grade. It was English class, I sat beside her stared at her long silky hair and wished she was mine. But she never noticed me like that, and I knew it. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I don’t want to be just friends. I loved her but I was too shy, and I didn’t know why. Year passed by but my feelings for her remained the same. Finally, our graduation day came, under an upset face there was a little smile because she was still my best friend. She told me that her father had arranged her marriage after a year taking her permission and I was the first one to hear it. She smiled and said in a laughing tone she would not marry until I would come. I wanted her to know I loved her, but I was too shy, and I didn’t know why. Unfortunately, she had an accident just three weeks be...