I didn’t notice her at first. It might have been because she sat in the back of the classroom or that she didn’t talk to anyone. It could have been that I was just ignorant; blissfully unaware of the girl who would become one of the most important people to me. Tasha was her name. Bright eyed and bushy tailed everyday. Yet awefully quiet and secluded in the noisy classroom of the morning.
Our first encounter is a mystery in itself. Something I can’t remember for the life of me but cherish deeply. Maybe it was Richard who introduced us... Or maybe it was Jovi. Either way I'm grateful. She was different from everyone else I knew- blunt, in the kindest way, carefree but not careless and always happy. She’s someone who appeared out of nowhere and led me by my hand, always caught me when I stumbled and encouraged me to “don’t worry”. There was a connection between us. We were two peas in a pod, like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. She taught me to work hard but don’t over work myself, to take it easy but don’t be lazy and that no matter what be confident.
It was fun. The years we spent together. Glued to the hip and happy as can be. We we're like two people with one mind. Always willing to do the craziest things. Slowly things changed. We saw each other less. Maybe it was because of our classes or maybe it was because of the distance we lived from one another. Maybe it was just us. But she found herself someone else to stay glued to. To share her delight with. And to be horribly honest I was jealous. Jealous of her boyfriend. How horrible of a person am I? To be jealous of her boyfriend? To want to cry and stomp my feet like a child. But I learned to deal with it. Maybe not get over it. But to deal with it.
I never did tell her any of this. Even after she broke up with him. Maybe our relationship is strained. Maybe it's just me. It’s been a few years since we met. And though she’s not always by my side I know she’s standing nearby. She lets me stumble and watches as I regain my footing. Though if I fall, I know she’ll be by my side in an instant to tell me “don’t worry”.
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I didn’t notice her at first. It might have been because she sat in the back of the classroom or that she didn’t talk to anyone. It could have been that I was just ignorant; blissfully unaware of the girl who would become one of the most important people to me. Tasha was her name. Bright eyed and bushy tailed everyday. Yet awefully quiet and secluded in the noisy classroom of the morning.Our first encounter is a mystery in itself. Something I can’t remember for the life of me but cherish deeply. Maybe it was Richard who introduced us... Or maybe it was Jovi. Either way I'm grateful. She was different from everyone else I knew- blunt, in the kindest way, carefree but not careless and always happy. She’s someone who appeared out of nowhere and led me by my hand, always caught me when I stumbled and encouraged me to “don’t worry”. There was a connection between us. We were two peas in a pod, like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. She taught me to work hard but don’t over work myself, to take it easy but don’t be lazy and that no matter what be confident.
It was fun. The years we spent together. Glued to the hip and happy as can be. We we're like two people with one mind. Always willing to do the craziest things. Slowly things changed. We saw each other less. Maybe it was because of our classes or maybe it was because of the distance we lived from one another. Maybe it was just us. But she found herself someone else to stay glued to. To share her delight with. And to be horribly honest I was jealous. Jealous of her boyfriend.
How horrible of a person am I? To be jealous of her boyfriend? To want to cry and stomp my feet like a child. But I learned to deal with it. Maybe not get over it. But to deal with it.
I never did tell her any of this. Even after she broke up with him. Maybe our relationship is strained. Maybe it's just me.
It’s been a few years since we met. And though she’s not always by my side I know she’s standing nearby. She lets me stumble and watches as I regain my footing. Though if I fall, I know she’ll be by my side in an instant to tell me “don’t worry”.