Flower Boy

3.3 | WILD FLOWERS

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THERE WERE SO MANY WILD FLOWERS ON THE SIDEWALKS when we were walking back home, Jude and I managed to pick some for my collection. The whole time he was just like 'hey, that's pretty' and 'you should take this', even when  he picks up the most common flowers to ever exist. He wasn't quite familiar with flowers, but he still managed to pick up the prettiest of the common flowers there. A handful of what he found was more than enough for me to work with, and he seemed quite happy with it. 

It must be slightly unusual for people to see two teenage boys sitting at the side of the road, who were seemingly picking up and collecting weeds. But I don't really care what they think, because we were fine, and that's what mattered most.

We continued walking back, our feet seem to move in sync. It wasn't too fast or too slow, neither vivace nor adagio. A feeling so content came by upon those footsteps, speaking wasn't necessary to patch up voids anymore. 

My hands were filled with flowers Judith picked, a painted blue sky was above us. It was great spending time with him. Friendship feels so good, and I can't believe I missed out so much over these few years. 

It's funny how he's like a polar opposite of me, and yet we click just fine, or maybe even better than expected. 

My one and only friend Judith Emerson is the best person in the world.

And I could never ask for more.