How’d I know her for 13 years? We’ll she’s almost literally the girl next door. Cliche, I know, but the familiar story has its merits.

We saw each other all the time, she always came over, just to hang out, sometimes we literally did nothing but just sit around on the computer together or she’d listen to me play music.

I had a band back then, she’d come to the shows and sometimes to practice. We grew up on the same music slowly over the years we became partners-in-crime in attending concerts.

(Source: modern-day-romantic)

I first met her a long time ago. We were both very young, she was younger. Even then I loved her, in a pretty platonic way and it was because I was suppose to love her. And that was fine, it was easy to. We flitted in and out of acquaintanceship over the years, at least thirteen years I’ve known her now. But it was the last three years when I really began to become her friend. It was all easy really. We loved the same music, we were easy going, and loved adventures.

It all happened after I had gotten out of a long relationship. I met her a long time ago and I met her again three years ago. She was everything I wanted then, and I fear that hasn’t changed one bit.