Ninth Grade

I shut my locker after I had grabbed my things for 1st period. She said: “Hi.” I replied, and the bell rang for class. I had a crush on her ever since elementary school. I wished to tell her how much I loved her right there but I could not.
Tenth Grade

She trotted in the door for class, and we exchanged a glance and a smile. She asked for help on a homework problem, so I helped her. As she turned around in her seat, I caught a whiff of her elegant smelling hair. I had always adored her tresses and how they parted perfectly to one side. I wished to tell her how much I loved her right there but I could not.
Eleventh Grade

I had become her best friend, the worst place to be. She called me, bawling, to tell me that her boyfriend had just dumped her. I said I would be right over to assuage her. I went to her house, and we watched our favorite movies all night long. She fell asleep in my arms, so I stayed there until she had woken up. I wished to tell her how much I loved her right there but I could not.
Twelfth Grade

I had worked up the courage to ask her to the prom, and she had accepted. We agreed to go only as friends. I went to her house to pick her up that night. I walked up to her door and knocked. She came out in a striking white strapless dress. I told her that she looked beautiful, and her cheeks turned an alluring red. We went to prom and had the best night of our lives. I took her home. At the doorstep, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, and she went inside. I wished to tell her how much I loved her right there but I could not.
Later

She had gotten married and had two kids. She enjoyed her life, and we had always kept in touch. She outlived her husband, and I had never told her about my adoration for her because I never could. I never bothered to get married, but I had a good life with my family. Then, the day came that I got a call from her daughter saying her mother had passed away, and their family wanted me to attend the funeral.

I went to her funeral, and countless people had showed up, even other people from high school. The family members had all given their speeches, and I had given mine too. Lastly, her brother went up to give a speech.

“My older sister was my role model, and I have no bad memories about her. The last thing she wanted me to do was to read this diary entry. She wrote, ‘He had become my best friend. He was always there for me when I needed him. I loved him. I had a crush on him ever since elementary school. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him on multiple occasions, but I could not tell him.’ That is all. Thank you.” I stood there, and it hit me like a bullet. I sobbed and sobbed uncontrollably. I wished to tell her how much I loved her right there, but it was too late.