We didn’t even talk that much, maybe three or four times,
and she hated me.
Even so, I considered her an acquaintance?
a friend.
Her delicate voice and receptive personality;
she treated others so charmingly.
The inferno that fell so perfectly down her shoulders,
the rare mixture of her deep cerulean eyes and curled locks of fluorescent hellfire.
She must have changed her mind that semester,
for I found myself carrying on pointless conversations with her for hours at a time
that I had not even started,
and I loved every one of them.
The Office, Freddy’s ice cream, The Good Dinosaur
just straight up doing nothing for half a day
making memories I won’t forget for a lifetime.
Our bond grew and our relationship blossomed,
and together, we realized our equal charisma blended perfectly,
and our casual friendship burst to life.
Sometimes true friendship doesn’t make itself known
until you seek it out for yourself.
That can mean the difference between a contingent classmate
and an unexpected best friend.