Some things, we just don't talk about. Not in so many words, anyway. And really, what does it matter? She is a great friend. One of those friends that you hope everyone has at least one of. Someone you can depend on. Fun, exciting, practical, smart, reliable. This girl would bend over backwards or reach up and steal you the moon, if it meant that much to you.
Sure, there were bits of her past I'd like to know about. But they never came up in conversation. And I didn't want to pry. I know shes the type of person to talk about something when she's ready. Then i realized, maybe i was just never listening close enough.
The silence in the car was comfortable. If either of us knew the words to the song, we would have been singing. When we don't, there is usually chatter and funny stories. Today I had a funny story. And then it happend. In the fit of giggles that erupted at the end of the story, she recirocated with a story I've never heard her tell before.
Who knew we had so much in common. All this time, I liked being her friend because she was fun. Now i think we might be closer to kindred spirits.
Sure, there were bits of her past I'd like to know about. But they never came up in conversation. And I didn't want to pry. I know shes the type of person to talk about something when she's ready. Then i realized, maybe i was just never listening close enough.
The silence in the car was comfortable. If either of us knew the words to the song, we would have been singing. When we don't, there is usually chatter and funny stories. Today I had a funny story. And then it happend. In the fit of giggles that erupted at the end of the story, she recirocated with a story I've never heard her tell before.
Who knew we had so much in common. All this time, I liked being her friend because she was fun. Now i think we might be closer to kindred spirits.
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