everytime i see him, he.ll give me his funny smirk, i can.t help but smile

a high five or a 'gotcha' or whatever it.s called when you.re looking up into the funniest face in the world knuckle to knuckle trying to figure out which way he.s going

we do every math project together, we.ve done every one, ever. three years and counting, every single day. his weak points are my strong, and our vices reverse into sine curves and delta x's. while i used to be sought out by the brainiacs to work with them, sinx plus cosx, it.s become an understanding that i work with dan every time. we turn our chairs accordingly.

he makes me happy in so many ways, and maybe i don.t let him know as much as i should. maybe maybe that.s the point though. we talk on long busrides to tournaments, he plays goalie while i shoot for hours after weekend practices, he hits the water when i make shots in while i hide my grin and do backflips. it.s these everyday grins and looks and smiles, words and contact that makes me the most grateful. these are the presents that we should send carefully written thank you notes too. it.s nice too, that he.s friends with my friends and my friends are his friends and he can keep a conversation with anyone. i should call him and we should all go to the movies, or get coffee, or do something he likes to do, which is mostly cars i think, and drinking at his house, but not so much.

because next year if we.re not in the same class, i.... don.t want to miss him so much, and maybe it won.t ever be the same, but different can be better. i.ve got my bestfriendship with el boyface to attest to that.

the nice thing is that i could go up to him and say i love you dan!, and mean it, and we would just laugh it off.


-------------------------------------
archive. profile. notes. random.