i no longer sit at your lunch table. but one day, you approach me at my own. i am surprised. i continued to think about you, but i had assumed you moved on. i turn to face you, and you stand above my seat as i look up at you while you talk. you tell me you had a dream about me the night before, but claim to not remember it. i am intrigued and confused. it is a short interaction. there is not much either of us has to say, yet we are both glad to have spoken. as of today, you have told me what your dream was, because you did remember it, and didn't ever forget. it was about us, and we were best friends, several years into the future. it is our current reality. i now believe the reason you came to talk that day is because you just wanted to see me, talk to me outside of a dream. in a way, i think you were proving to yourself i was real, and that it was possible. those aren't your words, but i know you, and i love you for it.
i realize i can talk to you about nothing and be enthralled, something i haven't felt in a long time. i realize you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
YOU ARE READING
for the one i love
Poesíaa 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.
