things keep moving. we go through our days, and we never see each other until that last period of the day. the spanish hallway becomes a place of comfort for us. the class is less lonely when we mouth a couple jokes across the room.
i realize we are definitely what you would call friends, and i decide like it.
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.
