...when everyone got out of rehearsal early except for me and the director, I was so worried that you would just leave. I imagined how beautiful it would be for me to walk up the stairs and see you sitting there, waiting for me. But I was certain you wouldn't be there. And then you were. The simple, teasing smile spread over my face wider than I thought it would. We played Magic. It was easy and simple, so no pressure and nerdy. No expectations. I could sit and listen, and you were forever patient with my constant questions.
I don't know what this is becoming, but I do know how good it feels that you are my friend.
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