There's This Guy...

He's in my grade & a few of my classes.
He's one of my good friends.
Really sweet and funny, all of that.
Some days I dont't smile enough, hardly at all, actually.
Today was one of those days.

But Then...

I went to band rehersal, cause I'm the loser who plays an instrument.
But he does, too.
As I was walking back to get my folder, he stopped and said, "Hey Allison."
"Hi, Braden," I replied simply.
"How are you today?" He asked me, and I shrugged.
"How come?" He asked, understanding I wasn't great.
"I don't know, I guess I'm okay," I forced out a smile.
"Well, I'm sorry," he said, seeing past the act.

This is going to sound silly, but simetimes I depend on that.
Like I said before, he's really nice and sweet.
We hadn't talked much before this year, but now we talk all of the time.
Everyday he stops and asks me how I am, and that makes me feel like someone cares, it really does.
Nobody ever takes the time to see how I am, all except him.
And he'll never know how much I appreciate that.

Even That Small Gesture.