To the boy looking for a fight

To the boy looking for a fight, how did this all start?

I’m a little confused, because I remember my first impression of you – I didn’t think much. Ok, banter aside, I was really encouraged by your testimony. It was a perspective that I hadn’t really heard before, so it was interesting to learn about your life and your thoughts. Mmm, I think… I stand by my first comment, I didn’t really think much. In my defence, I was mentally occupied, and wasn’t paying attention to you. I apologise!

I’m certain this was the day everyone mingled on platform eighteen while waiting for the train. You asked me a little about myself, and I was surprised because I just never imagined talking to you. That interaction caught my attention a little – I knew that you at least had social skills. That’s a plus! But I thought of them nothing more than pleasantries, and believed you would be someone who I saw once or twice, but ultimately, became a person who faded into irrelevance.

Then, I saw you the week after. Our conversation confirmed that your questions were indeed pleasantries, not that I mind. Although, it was a little hard to believe that you had forgotten what I had told you about myself (a few reminders seemed to jog your memory though!) At that point, we still didn’t talk often enough for me to consider you a friend. But I suppose I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about your character.

Ah, I remember.

It began when you sent me a meme. That’s how I knew you had a sense of humour. It definitely captured how I felt at that point in time. Needless to say, I found it funny. And the messages continued through a bizarre interaction acting as a catalyst: stretching on the grass. Let’s be honest, it was really weird this happened (and this is coming from a self-proclaimed weird person). I remember you challenging me to do five one-arm pushups, and in my reluctance, told you to do it first. Shortly after, you sent me a video – you stuck your tongue out at the camera then you actually did them! It revealed to me that you were quite the flirt, and you possessed a level of competitiveness that I could get on board with.

Looking back on all these things, I wasn’t expecting someone like you to be a part of my life, but I’ve been having a lot of fun lately. You have pulled me into strange conversations, affirmed things about myself that my insecurities eat into, and have given me a lot of joy over the summer. You match my wavelength of melodrama, which is probably why I find you funny, and you are just a nice change of pace.

I guess I am writing this because… I appreciate you.

Thank you for being you.

Jaimee.