I always push my friends, to try new things, to be better, to be smarter, to be kinder, to be braver.I had this one friend who was particularly stubborn when it comes to relationships and romance. So, everyday when he had the chance, I'd push him. For every day, he must have his own little achievement, like volunteering in class or waving at the girl he liked, that I made sure he did.At some point, I got him to initiate a conversation with the girl he liked much to his fear and pessimism. Then, I got him to do it again. Then, again. Then, another time. Then, it reached the point when I didn't have to tell him. After that, I didn't even have to ask because as soon as the green light next to her name lit, I knew they were talking.
One night, we were going to talk about a little project that we had planned, and like every night, her little green light lit. So, like I always do, I informed him of such. So, he spoke to her, and I waited, not that I minded at all.
It was getting late, and I tired. So, I asked him if we could talk about it soon and he agreed. We spoke a little more, but I remembered the little green light and told him to speak with her, and he disappeared. Then, he came back. Then, he disappeared, not that I minded as he always did this and, of course, I told him too.
It was too late, and I too tired. So, rescheduled with him and went to bed, but as my thoughts seemed to flood my mind. I turned to him again. Then, I saw the little green light.
I always push my friends, to try new things, to be better, to be smarter, to be kinder, to be braver, and, in return, they have their own little way, one they will never know, of helping me as well. They listen, and sometimes, even push me.
I had this one friend who was particularly stubborn when it comes to relationships and romance, much like myself. He, stubborn to try, and me, stubborn to stop trying.
After that night, little by little, her green light will always be on, and little by little, the backspace on our chat will be the only thing I am willing to say because, sometimes people like me tend to forget to take a step because we're too busy making sure that everyone leaps.
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RandomShort essays, maybe even poetry. This isn't a love story written in rhymes or narratives. This is the story that everyone goes through. In this, you will find 2am thoughts, tears, rants, good bye's, and hello's. You will find the little things I lea...