"Friends"
"We're not, no we're not friends"
When I met him, I was in the unairconditioned, crowded office of my school, neatly organizing a plethora of papers. I remember he was dressed in a well buttoned up, navy polo shirt that was perfectly tucked inside of khaki uniform pants. I think the school's uniform never looked nicer than it did from that day on. When we engaged in conversation, we both bonded over our silly and immature sense of humor. His laugh varied from goofy chuckles to girly giggles, something rare to see in a guy. The most striking features about him, though, were his whiskey-colored eyes that lit up like Fourth of July fireworks whenever he smiled. I didn't know it then, but this boy would turn my life around, making it go from the Medieval Dark Ages to the beautiful Italian Renaissance.