Maybe it was on the field of grass just behind our campus.
For the longest time, you and I gravitated around the same social circle but that afternoon was the first time we talked. Just the two of us.
As I sat on a huge rock, gazing through the grass being blown by the wind, I felt someone sit next to me. I looked up a little bit startled and offered a smile when I saw it was you. The silly smile you returned had me feeling warm inside.
"You alright?" you said, with questioning eyes. And as I looked into those warm eyes, I knew then and there that you were someone I could trust and, hopefully, keep by my side.
"You do know that pulling on grass makes them cry, right? Now I'd offer you to pull my hair instead but..."
As you said that, I laughed, tore my fingers from the soft grass and allowed my hand to drift to your head for a soft pat.
That moment, I guess, marked the beginning of our unusual friendship; a friendship often questioned by others and was the talk of acquaintances along the school corridors for a long time.
Apparently, our friends saw it coming.
