Best Friends
Here's an essay from ENGLONE about something I saw in 10 minutes of walking around the campus.
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They hold onto each other’s hands, walking amidst the crowd of students along the cobblestone path in front of St. Joseph Hall. The boy whispers something to his companion; her light laugh carries over to where I sit musing, watching the persons around me. They call themselves best friends.
The boy and the girl stroll along the shaded lane, oblivious to the hustle and bustle of a university’s busy afternoon life. Sunlight illuminates dust motes that swirl around them, illuminates the hurried outlines of people going someplace important. They have not a care for the world existing around them; each only has his attention for the other. Their banter cuts through the din of the throng, soft yet subtly powerful voices rising and falling in pitch; the boy’s deep voice complementing the girl’s mellow tones. The two best friends bask in each other’s company.
They chance upon mutual friends in their lazy meandering. They seem to be unconscious of the jokes and teases directed at them by their buddies. The best friends seem safe and secure in each other’s company. Their smiles speak of a deep connection, a tight bond between them, whose existence only they know.
They walk away from everyone else, lost again in their shared personal world. They call themselves best friends. Perhaps, deep within their hearts, they know that they are already more than that.
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They hold onto each other’s hands, walking amidst the crowd of students along the cobblestone path in front of St. Joseph Hall. The boy whispers something to his companion; her light laugh carries over to where I sit musing, watching the persons around me. They call themselves best friends.
The boy and the girl stroll along the shaded lane, oblivious to the hustle and bustle of a university’s busy afternoon life. Sunlight illuminates dust motes that swirl around them, illuminates the hurried outlines of people going someplace important. They have not a care for the world existing around them; each only has his attention for the other. Their banter cuts through the din of the throng, soft yet subtly powerful voices rising and falling in pitch; the boy’s deep voice complementing the girl’s mellow tones. The two best friends bask in each other’s company.
They chance upon mutual friends in their lazy meandering. They seem to be unconscious of the jokes and teases directed at them by their buddies. The best friends seem safe and secure in each other’s company. Their smiles speak of a deep connection, a tight bond between them, whose existence only they know.
They walk away from everyone else, lost again in their shared personal world. They call themselves best friends. Perhaps, deep within their hearts, they know that they are already more than that.
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