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Poetry is a powerful thing. It can effect so many different people in similar ways. One of the poems that I have seen which most effects me is one written by an online friend of mine, Shiva. His poem, Just to Be Your Friend, talks about a friendship that wants to be more, but isn't willing to be more, and because of this, it ends. It's been a year now since I last sent something to Keith, the one who I used to consider my best friend. I moved away three and a half years earlier, and for the first year and a half or so, everything went smoothly, then something started to pull us apart. I didn't think anything could tear us apart after 10 years of friendship, but I was wrong. We met in third grade, my first year back in the States after spending the previous four years and starting school in England. He was a third grade boy, and I was a third grade girl. We weren't supposed to be friends. Boys had cooties, or at least, that's what all the girls thought. But, being who I was, I didn't care. I've always seemed to have more male friends than female ones, except here lately. We became friends and over the elementary school years we grew closer. There was a third in our little group, and the three of us were inseperable. We all entered the world of Junior High together, staying together, for protection and support, since we were the youngest at the school. All through the last year in elementary school rumors traveled, spreading quickly, about how the big, mean eighth graders put the little seventh graders in garbage cans. In this new world, we began to discover the opposite sex. I discovered boys. Keith and Richardson (the third in our group) discovered girls, though we didn't see each other. Seventh grade passed, and so did eighth. Richardson and I had our crushes, and Keith had his girlfriends, but we were all still inseperable. We "graduated" from Junior High and passed into the magical world of High School. Some say those are the best days of your life. I think they would have been, if I hadn't moved. I think it was ninth grade where I began to realize what I felt. Everytime he got a new girlfriend, I felt that pang of jealousy, but I kept quiet with my feelings. Keeping him as a friend was more important. So, I just kept being his best friend, while others had him as their boyfriend, and I was jealous of them. I wanted to be where they were, and some of them wanted to be in my place. He would come to me for advice, when he was undecided on what to do with them, and I would try my best to keep my heart quiet. Entries, etc..... text unvisited text visited.... This layout is available with both the "buttonized" graphics and the plain graphics.