Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my \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.
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called \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 \> Aufgabe:
To make people aware of the ramifications of not telling someone how much you love them ...
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