For a few hours a week
I get to see him.

Him, my friend.
Him, who I text every other day.
Him, who loves to talk to me about cars.
Him, who plays video games with me when we can.
Him, who asked me to go see an action movie with him
And paid for my ticket.

Him, my close friend.
Him, who texts me every other day.
Him, who told me there was a God.
Him, who talked me out of depression and hatred, and told me there was love in the sickest of enemies.
Him, who took me to see a romance movie
And paid for my ticket.
And my Skittles.

Him, my best friend.
Him, who texts me every day.
Him, who told me I looked pretty when I smiled.
Him, who told me that he saw God in my smile.
Him, who I wasn't quite sure for the longest time if he was my friend or something else.
Him, who took me to the Homecoming dance
And paid for my ticket
And my dinner
And brushed the hair out of my eyes
And kissed me in the courtyard of the school.

Him, who'll always be my best friend
And always be something else.