Being friends, acquaintances. I wouldn't dare to say we were that close but we were comfortable to not feel awkward when it was just the two of us talking without our mutual friends. Come to think of it, the first time talking to you was warm. At least, that's what I felt.
I know we've only started talking to each other after we interacted in the group chat, which probably explains why we could talk without feeling discomforted. I'm such a bad friend to say this but you have to admit it yourself, your facial expression when you came to class on the first day really gives out the aura of don't-even-try-to-talk-to-me-as-if-I'm-interested.
I remembered how you glared at me when I told you were a kinda chill despite the sketchy first impression you gave. I'm glad that you were able to open up to me and be comfortable to me when you could have chosen any other person to be close friends with. Yet, you chose me. Or maybe it's just the nature of human to interact with another human.
The questions we asked each other the first few weeks are a blur to me but well, I still have our chats and looking back at it, how nice we were back then. It's not that you've been mean to me lately, but the level of shyness and politeness you've shown was just cute. It was somewhat pure and it was totally the reason why I continued being your friend.
You didn't hide your true self from me and the trust you had in me to show that side made me smile. I don't regret the moment where I felt so lucky to have been given a friend like you, despite that time was only about a month after we started talking to each other.
Thank you for listening to me whenever I breakdown and willing to be there when I suddenly feel dishearten about myself. Moreover, thank you for still being my friend despite seeing that part of me when we weren't really that close as friends.
