Forelsket i bestevennen min

[Gjest guestfromhell]

Hei, er ei jente som går på ungdomsskolen.

Jeg er forelska i min aller beste venn. Vi har vært bestevenner i mange år nå. Jeg har likt han i ca to år, men det siste året har det blitt bare mer og mer. Vi finner på alt mulig sammen, har til og med reist til andre byer alene osv. Vi vet utrolig mye om hverandre, og har det så morsomt sammen, men har også alvorlige samtaler sammen. Kan snakke med han om alt. Vi deler hemmeligheter med hverandre, stoler på hverandre. Og jeg savner han så sinnssykt mye hver gang vi er fra hverandre. Er sammen så og si hver dag. Jeg klarer ikke å slutte å tenke på han. Jeg tenker ikke på andre gutter enn han.

 

Uansett hva jeg holder på med, sover, sitter på dataen, jogger, er på shopping, han er alltid i tankene mine, og drømmene mine.

 

Når jeg først møtte han, trodde jeg aldri at jeg kom til å forelske meg i han, ikke i det hele tatt. Men vi ble bare bedre å bedre venner. Og jeg har innsett at vi er så like på utrolig mange måter, og alt er så spennende når vi er sammen.

 

Vi har så mye sammen, og vi møtes hver gang det er anledning til det. Vi bryter ofte regler hjemme begge to, bare så vi kan få møte hverandre.

 

Vi gjør noen ganger tegn til at vi liker hverandre, iallefall takler jeg det sånn. Kan jo egentlig aldri vite hva han ener med det han gjør.

Vi holder ofte hender, klemmer mye, sier at vi er glade i hverandre osv. Vi har kysset en gang, men det var bare et lite kyss, og begge var ganske fulle. Vi har aldri snakket mer om dette i ettertid.

 

Har snakket med noen om det før, og de sier jeg bør si at jeg liker han til han.

Men det er utrolig vanskelig. Viss han ikke føler det samme for meg, kan jeg risikere å ødelegge det utrolig brae vennskapet vårt. Det er så mye på spill.

Er også redd for at viss det blir oss to, og vi en gang slår opp pga. Krangling elns. Hva skjer da? Kommer vi fortsatt til å klare og være like gode venner som vi er idag?

 

Jeg aner ikke hva jeg skal gjøre, jeg har så lyst til å være sammen med han, men vill ikke ødelegge noe. Gi meg noen tips til hva jeg kan gjøre får å hinte litt til at jeg liker han. Har du noen formening, plis si i fra, hva kan jeg gjøre?

[Gavekort]

Om han er bestevennen din så skal det ikke skade å konfrontere han om dine følelser. Det er ikke din feil at du ble forelsket.

 

Om han ikke synes det er greit så sier han nei og det er sannsynligvis du som ender opp såret. Synes han det er greit så får du det som du vil. Ødelegger det vennskapet så er han ikke en ekte bestevenn.

[thomassit0]

Det er jo ikke noe kult om vennskapet blir ødelagt. Samtidig vil du sikkert angre om du ikke tar en sjanse også. Jeg sier go for it

[Gavekort]

Som sagt så er han ingen venn om han lar dine ukontrollerte følelser ødelegge vennskapet!

[Gjest guestfromhell]

Som sagt så er han ingen venn om han lar dine ukontrollerte følelser ødelegge vennskapet!

 

Skjønner hva du mener, men jeg tenker at det kan bli utrolig flaut, viss jeg har sakt hvordan jeg føler, og viss han ikke føler det samme tilbake. Liksom, at vi ikke får like bra kontakt, og ikke snakker like mye sammen, og tilbringer så mye tid med hverandre som vi gjør nå.

[Gavekort]

Tro meg! Som en gutt kan jeg si at det ikke ville være flaut om noen av vennene mine hadde sagt at de liker meg. (Jentevenner, vel og mene)

 

Det er bare flaut i hodet ditt! Enten lider du med tanken resten av livet ditt eller så kan du ta en liten risiko og gjøre alt mye bedre.

 

Sier han nei så skal ikke det ha så mye å si.

[HanssA]

Quoter loffen90 fra en annen tråd her:

 

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.

 

Quote: Ukjent

[Gjest guestfromhell]

Quoter loffen90 fra en annen tråd her:

 

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.

 

Quote: Ukjent

 

 

 

Må si dette åpnet øynene mine litt, takk!

[Gjest guestfromhell]

Tro meg! Som en gutt kan jeg si at det ikke ville være flaut om noen av vennene mine hadde sagt at de liker meg. (Jentevenner, vel og mene)

 

Det er bare flaut i hodet ditt! Enten lider du med tanken resten av livet ditt eller så kan du ta en liten risiko og gjøre alt mye bedre.

 

Sier han nei så skal ikke det ha så mye å si.

 

 

Håper på at du har rett! Skulle så gjerne ønske at han tok det første steget.

[Diskutert]

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Endret 22. februar 2012 av Diskutert

[franky12]

go for it!

[atwater]

Quoter loffen90 fra en annen tråd her:

 

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.

 

Quote: Ukjent

 

Føler meg så sinnsykt igjen! Bortsett fra at jeg er midt inni det nå.

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[Carisma'03]

Quoter loffen90 fra en annen tråd her:

 

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.

 

Quote: Ukjent

 

Føler meg så sinnsykt igjen! Bortsett fra at jeg er midt inni det nå.

 

Så ikke la det samme skje med deg! Det der var en rørende, og trist historie *frysninger*