The Friend (English)

The Walk

On a day, somewhere in may, Jupiter took me on a walk. With Ezra she went to parties, went shopping at the mall. But with me she went on walks over the boulevard, watching the stars at night. It almost felt like she were two different persons. A good one, and a better one. And I had the privilege the have the better version of her.

Her: What do you think about potatoes?
Me: What about potatoes?

She frowned as she talked. She looked like a toddler who couldn't figure out which number came after 10. She looked adorable. Adorable as only she could be.

Her: Just, what do you think about them in general?

I took a few seconds to think about her unusual question. She always would ask me weird things, but that was the reason I liked her so much.

Me: I think they are delicious.
Her: But how do you like them best? Mashed, baked, roasted?
Me: Why would you ask me what kind of potatoes I liked the most.
Her: Why wouldn't I.

She smiled. I smiled.

Her: So what do you like most?
Me: I think I prefer roasted potatoes.
Her: Me too.

Her smile went brighter.

Her: See, when you walk and talk, and ask weird questions, you get to know each other better.
Me: Okay, now it's my turn.

I thought about a good question. A question which I could impress her. A question on which she would consider deeply. A question to which she could be proud of.

Me: How many stars do you think there are?

I assumed she would say: a million, or: so much nobody knows. But her answer was simple.

Her: I think there is only one star in this universe. And that one is so important that all the others can't compare.

It was a silly question, but by the look in her eyes I knew she was proud of me.

I said nothing back. I would not know what I should have said. I would ruin the moment if I had opened my mouth.

Her: Do you think that is a stupid answer?

I nodded. It was a perfect answer. Just as perfect as her face.

Me: I don't think I can compare to that. That is the reason I stayed quite.

She didn't said anything. She just stared at me with her precious brown eyes, with eyelashes so big, so pretty. And it was okay. We didn't need words to have a conversation. We had our eyes, our lips. And that was enough.