Significance of You

XVI

She caught my attention during freshman orientation. I'm not sure why. She was asleep when I seen her. But she caught my attention. I wanted to get to know her. She was friends with the subject of chapter I. So one day at lunch, I walked up to their table and I started talking. They offered for me to sit down and I did. That was the start of a beautiful friendship. With a beautiful girl. She may be beautiful but she was dangerous in a way. I didn't want to get on her bad side. No matter the circumstances.

She was this bright and beautiful being that made you so happy just being around her. Or at least, that's how it was for me. We've developed a bit of a routine at school. She'd get out of class and I'd meet up with her and her friends and walk them to class. Her friends would slowly break off and go to their classes on the way to hers and I'd walk her completely to her class. It was a normal thing for us to do. It was just us. We did this all of freshman and sophomore year.

She was passionate. She would always tell me about this book or that show that she loved so much. She even got me hooked to a few of them. This was our thing. Books and movies and musicals. She loved it and she made it known. She wasn't afraid to be called some fan girl. That's what she was. She was proud of it. It suited her. She was a passionate person and once she cared for you, she cared about everything you did. Everything I chose to do, effected her as well. I found this out when I got into a relationship.

It wasn't a great relationship like I've said in the previous chapters. It hurt me in ways I could have never imagined. She was there for me everyday that I needed her. I'd drive her home and on the way home, we would have conversations about what's on my mind. We called this car therapy. She was the release I needed during this toxic relationship I was in. As sweet as she was, she also scared me beyond anything. If she used my full name to address me, I wouldn't be able to meet her eyes. I'd be scared to.

She was like a mother. I could tell her absolutely everything but yet I knew there was a limit to it. If I said the wrong thing, I could make her upset and get punched in the throat. That actually hurt more than I thought. But she was my friend. We could sing the songs from The Greatest Showman, watch Spider-Man Homecoming, bond over The Vampire Diaries and books like Stay With Me and After. This was our relationship. She could be the goofiest person or be the one to hold me while I cried my eyes out. I love her.