The foxy and the hawk

She's the foxy and I'm the hawk. We're always together. I don't know why, I don't know how, but this friendship was born in strange circumstances. I could say that I didn't know how friendship is before meeting her, so trying to define my concept of friendship could be impossible. I can only speak about her.

She's so creative and original, and she doesn't really care about opinions from other people. I enjoy spending time with her, she can understand me. And I think I can understand her. We're so similar in different ways.

I think I grew up with her. And I still growing up, and I hope with her too. Situations, decisions, changes,.. Maybe if her wouldn't be by my side, I wouldn't know why I am here, not in this place, but in this world. Perhaps it sounds strong, but I really feel pathetic if she was not here. By her side I feel I'm weird, different. But not idiot.

I can only write about things that I feel or I felt important. So she is. So this friendship is.

I usually throw up with romantic things or excessive gestures of love, but she is one of those persons who I would say

Hey, I love you.

I never want to miss you.