Star-Crossed

Hey bestie, I remember the first time I saw you. You entered the room with a professional, yet swaggered walk. You'd looked around at the table, saw some familiar faces and then proceeded to sit next to them. I want to say you noticed my presence, but I'm sure you didn't think much of it, as I didn't really think much of it either. It wasn't until weeks later, when the words, "Hey, are you busy during this scene?" came so casually out of your mouth, but it had hit me in a way where I'd felt almost unworthy to be spoken to. It wasn't until after the first night when you texted me, "Fun show. And you're fun to work with," that our friendship ignited like a brilliant and unstoppable flame. At first we were simply acquaintances getting to know each other and learn about each other. Then, we began to share secrets and it escalated into a flirtatious rendevouz. It was lustful, secretive, passionate in some ways, and I without a doubt fell for it all. I'd never felt more alive, yet naive, but wanted. But it suddenly all changed. We don't know how, but we know why. And it was for the better. We've become so close in so many ways. Our friendship has cultivated into one unlike any other. It's beyond unique. We're but two small, unknown, and meaningless individuals in this great, dark universe. But in it a place where we're unknown and meaningless in the grand scheme of things, we're each other's universe. And for me, it's beautiful. You're beautiful. You've taught me so many different lessons in this life that I never imagined learning. You've guided me to pursue and follow the passions of mine that have been locked away for so long; you with your hand in mine, helped me take the key and unlock my passions and joys in life. You're the friend I never pictured having a year ago, but now, I hope you'll be in the picture for as long as we live. So thanks, bestie, for being my bright, shining star, that's in this cold and dark universe.