Today I was having a really bad
day,
i was
sitting in the library, doing my homework, when a pretty
popular guy I never talk to walks over and sits
in the little cubby desk next to mine so he can joke with his
buddy who is on his other side.
Then his friend wasn't responding that well because he
was concentrating.
I was sitting there doing my French when I hear a voice say
something and I look over and he's pretending
to pronounce all my French words and gives his wide grin.
Then he starts talking to me.
Just plain old, conversation.
An honest conversation.
And when I replied, he looked in my eyes, and was actually
listening.
Not joking around, but paying attention.
And it felt good.
You never know how far one small conversation can go.
No sarcasm. No flirting. No disinterested head nods.
Just someone to ask you how you are, what's up, what are
your weekend plans, stuff like that.
It's the little things that makeup everything else.
Zack you made my day
:)
