What If?
She was fast. But I was faster. It was unusual to find someone who walked faster than me back in school. Especially during the winter time when everyone was wearing heavier clothing. But to my delighted surprise, she could keep up and even outpace me sometimes. Even with the accelerated pace of our walking, we still made plenty of time for conversation in between classes. We did it so much, I went from being the first person in the classroom every time for three years, to being one of the last ones to enter the room right before the bell rang. And that’s because I wanted to squeeze out as much time talking to her as I possible could. So, I made a conceited effort to always get to the room where she had class as quickly as possible. Luckily, we had a class together right before lunch. Making going form class to lunch just that much more convenient. And it’s not like our conversations were anything special. If anything, they were goofy, silly, meme-filled; but I guess that’s what made them special to me. Someone I could be so open and forward with because I was so comfortable around them. Wanting to be around them all the time. Both in and out of school.
