As I clean my throat, I'm mystified

Stress continued to bang and clang its rearing head, pounding until it hit some nerve. (In plain english.. yeah, I had a bit of a breakdown. But there are some people who have it way worse than I do, so I don't want to dwell on it).

And even in the shaking, I found thoughts of you in mixed CDs and random outbursts of song. Because it was at my birthday party four years ago we first sang in front of each other. It was two years ago we went to a concert together and danced without a care. This past winter break, we stumbled upon the closed doors to a favorite coffee shop, making us wander to another and sit in the warmth of a car, as if it were a fire. The necklace that hangs above the dash is the same tinted red of the heart you wore, carved with a brown or black string through it. Although we found ourselves busy, I still called and you still answered, even for a minute. And I called tonight out of longing, and you replied that you were coming home for a weekend, and thank goodness I called (because in your truest fashion, you only tell if inquired).

It's funny to say, but what got us to be as close as we are were our attractions to each other. I mean, you made me blush. I made you laugh. We showered each other with compliments, guitar and writing serenades, honesty. And in that blunt nature we found a friendship that had no boundaries, one that could be pushed to a new conversational limit as we outlined parks with our feet and breathed out stories in fog.

These are my favorite types of friendships, the ones that have a spark.

[Social Competence- Peter Moren]