Today's prompt is to write about platonic love addressed to the target of said love and including at least three interactions with the same. You baked brownies for my birthday.
I hardly knew your name then, Not yet a friend. You would burst through the door of our shared bathroom Making an awkward entrance - entrancing - Making some pronouncement Your hand on your hip Drawing a smile to my lips We sat in the fragrant summer grass Weaving wildflower crowns As if we could make up for a childhood not shared, Invent a history we knew Befit a friendship so true I love how you told off the professor who made me cry, My brain twin, But you had more confidence than I. Husbands, homes, and children - Our lives are so different now 450 miles away. I'm grateful for every second Thursday.
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