a million reasons

friends

   we didn't exchange names, we never really needed to.

  we talked about things that made us happy, things that made us sad, things that made us mad.

  the girl in the woods became an a friend that day. in the days that followed, she became a best friend. 

  best friends in the forest without names.

best friends without names.

she called me the boy in the woods.

i called her the girl in the woods.

it became a ritual to go to the woods, everyday and talk. the woods were like our personal world.

the outside world.. and all talks of it, were not allowed in the forest without names.

   one day, she found out that i was trying to be an author.

she had found a notebook that i left behind in the forest one day.

it was my writing notebook. the place that i could say what i wanted without consequence.

instead of laughing at me or calling me "emo", she smiled and said "this is beautiful".

when your writing is recognized, you're ecstatic... even if it's by one person.

after that i wrote new passages everyday, and showed her when we met up.

i had a reason to wake up and go to school. i had a reason to go home. i had a reason to be alive.

i loved her.