This is a story about my best friend and I. I just wanted to write it, mainly as a guide to show that I finally believe in what I never believed in.
Dear Best Friend, There was a time when I believed all tales about love were just fairy tales. And it isn’t “in love” its love. Any kind of love. I didn’t feel love anywhere I went; so I never believed in it. I believed in a possibility but a slim one at that. Love to me was just like fairies and mermaids, unreal. Yes, life ran smoothly, until the day I met you.
It wasn’t one of those moments that only movies can actually illustrate. No, no. It was one of those days where I thought my day was going just great. I was getting ready to register at the new school I was attending. I saw a circle of people outside carrying instruments. They were marching in and out of the circle. “Band camp,” I sighed. My mother and two younger sisters ran got out of the car. I stayed and decided to watch the camp run through the safety of my tinted window glass. I was doing what I usually do when I reach a new place, scoping, mostly looking for guys. I found none. And believe me, I mean none. But then, I was too far away to notice who was “hot” or “not”. I noticed the three drum majors. I thought it was odd, because there were only two at my last school, or so I think there was. I saw you: extremely short, skinny, and scrawny. I thought it was funny. Usually, the drum majors that I have been in contact with were tall, and strong. Nothing like you. “Amateurs,” I muttered. I continued watching the band. The people I assumed to be freshmen, were tripping over themselves. I found it both hilarious and idiotic. Imagine them in competitions! I listened to the director correcting people on how to march. I found it, again, funny but this time, cool at the same time. I watched you and heard your voice, commanding, “Louder! Louder! I can’t hear your counts!” A sudden jolt sprang through me. Like if I was supposed to go and meet you, like if I didn’t, my entire world would have been screwed up. I shook my head out of the nonsense and continued watching the short Asian girl until my mom came back and drove away. I didn’t forget you.
School started. I made friends. I had fun. We went to games and I watched you, at those first few, at the head of everyone else. Now don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t falling for you, but something didn’t seem right. Something seemed to fall out of place. The puzzle pieces weren’t all together just yet. Something was telling me, “Talk to him Monday.” But, I never did. About a month went by, and my choir director, (your band director) asked me to sing with the band. I agreed and began practicing later on that month. I first actually met you during the practices. I thought you were interesting and, seeing your face first the first time, very attractive. But I was not into you; I just wanted to know you. During choir, Mr. Myers had me do inventory of the uniforms. I looked down the list, and learned your name “Michael Hernandez.” Interesting name I thought, so he IS Hispanic. Wow. This made me want to get to know you more, because I thought you were white! The head drum major and I became friends. One day, she called my name out. “Melanie!” I turned around to look for her. You suddenly appeared out of no where (like you do all the time) and said, “Melanie! Now I know your name!” and then walked off (this was scary). So, eventually we got talking. In fact, I got to know you almost right away. After a couple of weeks, you began telling me your deepest darkest secrets. I didn’t have the guts to tell you mine. Hence, we became friends.
Now I have given you our life story in 3 paragraphs and one page. Now I’m going to tell you really, why I am writing this. Oh course, it’s going to be on another page:
About three months ago, we started getting really close. Everybody noticed it. I noticed it, and brought it to your attention. Its true, we have gotten close. And I thank God everyday that nobody stopped us. I needed it.
A couple of weeks into summer school, you wrote me a note that said I was helping you in ways that I don’t know about. True, I don’t know everything in your life, (though sometimes I wish I didn’t know some things) and I like to give you that space. I’m glad I was helping you through everything.
Now it’s your turn to know something. You have helped me through my life too. But not just with problems, you have given me a reason to live and be happy. I actually have something to look forward to everyday. I’m going to see or talk to my best friend. The only friend that I can actually trust, talk to about…things, and be understood by. I don’t have to hide myself with you. I can be myself. I’m never myself. You are the only guy in my life that I love…actually love. But not in that way…I just love you. Thank you so much for being my friend. I owe you big time.
Melanie
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