There's this girl.

We know each other so well.

She's frightfully smart and can always pick up on my ideas. I can stutter something non-comprehensible and make arm guestures and look around at the clouds and she'll laugh and know exactly what I'm saying, then proceed to share her own saucy opinions on the matter.

She's amazing at listening, too. Normally I'm quiet, but it's like she sucks the words out of me. Those questioning eyebrows never mock me, and those greenish-brown eyes show nothing but kindness. 

But it works backwards too. 

On a rough day we'll meet and she won't say much. She'll sit on a bench, her eyes vacant and sorrowfull, staring into nothingness. Lost in the past. Lost in the swirling depths of her mind. And I can tell she's not thinking about lunch or an upcoming test or a really sad movie.

I just sit beside her, understanding. Understanding her story, the many bits and pieces of it other people have given me. Understanding why she's never had the courage to talk about it. Understanding that I'll never fully understand.

Sometimes she's completely silent. Sometimes she makes small talk about the weather. But the grateful look she gives me when I come sit down with her is heartwrenching. 

I admit, I don't know her very well. We only became good friends a year ago. But I connect with her. And that's why I love her so much.

~Theboyfromcollege