And You...

A.

A,

  I can remember the first thing you had ever spoken to me after seemingly being entirely oblivious to my presence for over a year.

"Way to go," you had said to me with not a hint of indignance or sarcasm in your tone, after some unknown event had occured, which I found odd for I had previously thought of you as one not so chummy with those outside of your circle, and I, of course, was one of those people. 

"Way to go," (with sarcasm and indignance) could also describe what I had done next to put down your dear, close friend while angered and perplexed, with no bad intentions (more like a standing up for myself thing) but a miscommunication resulted in all the guilt and tears afterwards. 

I remember you had spoken to another close friend (while in my presense) of how mean and bothersome I could be sometimes, disparging me in a way at a table a short while after the incident had occured. Sometimes I believe I should have stood up and said something, said that I really wasn't so terrible a person and that you were the mean one, but many a times, I'm glad I didn't for I could really be that way, I wasn't the good person I thought I was, you weren't so bad at all and honestly I don't blame you for speaking the truth.

A few years past and I had become closely acquainted with another one of your close friends. I had just  ended a friendship (which was, I admit, my only friendship) and I had no one to go with on the trip until you and your close friend let me tag along.

And on, the trip, you were quite nice to me.

And the day after that.

Snd the week after that, when I had no one to partner up with.

I almost felt like we were... friends.

Can we be?

Sincerely,

Lauren