Meeting Place

It was a tuesday night.

People are starting to sleep.

The moonlight is glaring over the dark streets and alleyways of our small town.

I'm at my room.

Looking at the monitor of my computer.

Surfing through the depths of the world wide web.

I stop in what I would call, our meeting place.

Then I met her.

I just saw myself talking to her.

Joking about things that are only funny amongst ourselves.

I asked her name.

She asked mine.

And seeing as everything was done, it didn't end that easy.

We talk through the night.

Laugh at every moment.

Smile at every second.

She was great.

I've never met a girl like her.

A fun loving, always smiling, hard laughing girl who stayed at our meeting place to talk to me.

I'm so suprised.

No girl has ever talked to me like this before.

She was so nice.

She was great.

She was kind.

She was sweet.

She is everything I've ever hope for in a girl.

And her smile makes my heart soar.

Friendship.

It's the thing that binds people together.

And I'm glad that I have become friends with her.

I will treasure it.

And make it the best thing ever.

And I would make her smile.

Because seeing her happy is the only thing that keeps me intact.

The only thing that keeps me smiling again.

At the meeting place we've just met,

But I felt that this friendship will never end.