Hi. I haven't met you yet.
You might have seen me walking around campus, or munching on something unhealthy in the Courgareat. You might have caught me staring off into space in the HFAC (It's a nice place to think), or wandering the floors of the Library (I get lost easily). Maybe I'm a familiar face, a face you recognize, but have no name for. Perhaps one day if we cross paths enough, we will meet for real, and you will know my name and I yours. Perhaps we'll talk, and maybe we'll become friends.
I want you to know that I'll try my hardest to be kind. I want you to know that I'll always try to give you my full attention. I'll try not to make false assumptions or snap judgements. I'll do my best to listen more than I speak. I will talk with you, and never talk at you.
I want to know you. I want to help you. I always have, and I'd like more than anything in the world to be your friend.
The truth is... I need you. I have problems. I have fears. I have doubts. I am scared and troubled. I know you have similar shadows too. We are imperfect, so let's be imperfect together.
Stand by my side; when one of us falls, the other will pull the fallen back up. We'll brush off the dust, and we'll keep walking through the bad and the good. There's no other place I'd rather be than at your side.
As your future friend, I (pinky) promise these things are true.
Most sincerely,
apronkid
Wow Apron kid, I think you have a fine invitation here. One that prompts this rather strange response:
ReplyDeleteI have seen you at the University of Utah campus, taking a night class. I was so glad when our paths crossed. Your name is seared into my memory forever. When we met it was like we'd known each other before and were just meeting again. That's what it was like for me, but maybe I had that feeling because you look somewhat like a younger version of one of my best friends, but you're a much younger, much healthier man.
But it's certainly much more than your physical characteristics. When we talked you were always kind. You tried to give me your full attention and did really well at that when you weren't feeling sick. That one day when you were really sick at first I thought you were mad about something, then when I heard you speak, I realized you had an awful cold. You weren't mad, but you probably shouldn't have come to class that night. I'm sorry I misjudged you that one time.
Thank you for the several nice talks we had. I hope you never felt uncomfortable when my eyes lingered too long on yours, or when I may have sat too close to you when we worked on that one project together. To be honest with you, I loved your attention and felt like I was more myself where we talked or even when I was just near you. Isn't that crazy? I knew our friendship wouldn't continue beyond class, but I still think of you all the time. I know we both have our own lives with our own problems, fears and doubts, but somehow you helped me put that in perspective. I hope you are happy and healthy. I know that if I ever see you again, I'll want to give you a big hug, but then again I wanted to do that when we graduated and I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Anyway thanks for being my friend for a few months in real life, and forever in my overactive imagination.
I am pretty sure that you wrote this to me! ;) it's obvious, isn't it? Lol jk....but maybe! *shifty eyes*
ReplyDeletenice post! i liked it a lot.
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