She loved him.

A boy and a girl.
The best of friends.
From elementary school
From beginning to end.
Through all of those years there friendship grew.
They both felt the same, but they never knew.
Each waking moment since the day they met.
They both loved each other.
Sunrise to sunset.
He was all she had
in her terrible life.
He was the one
who kept her from her knife.
She was his angel,
She made him smile.
Though life threw him curves,
She made it all worth while.
Then one day
Things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks were like a very sad song.
He made her jealous
On purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"
On purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy like it was a game.
Little did he know things would never be the same.
His plan was working but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go, the damage he would do.
One night she broke down, feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade, no one else home.
She dialed his number, he answered, "Hello"
She told him she loved him
And hung up the phone.
He raced to her house
Just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood, her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note, in it her confession.
Her love for this boy, her only obsession.
As he read the note, he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife.
That night they both died.
She was found in his arms, both of them dead.
Under her note
His handwriting said:
"I loved her!”
“So, she never knew.
All this time I loved her too."