For My Best Friend

We only met a short while ago;

mere acquaintances until something deeper started to grow.

You, a boy, sick of being alone.

Me, a girl, quite complicated and broken, searching for hope.

We talked, releasing pent up emotions and feelings of depression;

sometimes, we even expressed feelings of aggression.

You, a boy, crying in agony.

Me, a girl, overcome with anxiety.

We only met a short while ago;

mere acquaintances until something deeper started to grow.

You, a boy, forgotten but cared for by me.

Me, a girl, hopeless but cared for by you.

I wrote this poem this past summer for my best friend, Josh Chapman. We had only met a few months before. Josh came into my life a few months after I was dumped so I was still dealing with some confusion. I remember the day Josh and I officially became friends. We sat next to each other in New Testament. I don't remember saying anything because I felt awkward; although at that point I had spoken to him before, we weren't friends. For some reason, I decided later to look him up on Facebook and friend him. Turns out that it was his birthday, and I hadn't known so I messaged him. After that, we talked for a while, we instantly became good friends, and we were able to open up to each other on a deeper level that I had imagined.

It was all very unusual for me. Josh has been a big encouragement especially during this past summer. He's told me to not give up, and that things will get better. He's remained being my friend even when I've been stupid, or when I've made him mad. I'm very grateful to you, Josh, for being my best friend.