we have spanish class together now. i love the language, you hate it, even though we don't know this about each other yet. we aren't seated together. i look around the room on our first day, walking in late, and think to myself how fucking spectacular it's going to be because the only person i know isn't even at my table.
i realize i consider you a "person i know," and i am not quite sure why.
YOU ARE READING
for the one i love
Poetrya book about friendship and love and other shitty stuff I feel towards my best friend. warning: this is not romance. completely platonic love here. i pray everybody gets to feel this way about someone.
