I once knew a girl
who was best friends with this boy. and i mean best friends.
as in whenever they were together, they were basically attached
at the hip. now, neither of them were very popular. sure, people
knew who they were and their classmates liked them, but they
didn't even know half of their grade. and they were alright with
that. because they didn't need their entire grade. all they really
needed was each other. they weren't much alike though. he played
soccer, she loved baseball. his eyes were the bluest blue in creation,
hers were pools of melted milk chocolate. he had this messy brown
hair the color of dirt, she had long waves of strawberry-blonde. he
loved the Mets, she was die-hard for the Yankees. he loved animals,
she had a severe phobia of dogs and cats. but their differences didn't
stop the friendship. heck, it probably strengthened it. those two had
something special. and i know this for a fact. because one day, in
bio, i looked behind my back at the two friends. they were whispering
to each other and smiling. seeing this reminded me of how classmates
constantly accused the two of having crushes on each other. but they
didn't, obviously. anyway, one the boy must have said a joke,
because the girl began to laugh. and seeing his best friend laugh caused
the boy to laugh. and at that moment, i felt as warmth was giving my
heart a hug. and i'm pretty sure everyone else in the room felt the same
way. that's when i realized that love isn't your boyfriend giving you
his hoodie, or calling you just to say i love you, or being the prince
charming to your cinderella. love was something different.