We weren't in the same circle of friends...
We weren't even in the same section...
We didn't talk because we didn't have anything to talk about...
I didn't know anything about him except his name...
... and one day, in the 3rd grade, I just decided that he was my best friend. I found ways to know him better and to spend time with him (although not alone). We became friends... well, at least acquaintances - but I was happy - He was my best friend.
Just seeing him made me happy. We didn't talk about serious things, in fact we didn't have a conversation like what usually goes on between good friends. But he was my best friend.
He transferred to another place after grade school. I missed him. I kept in touch, snail mail, and even visited as often as I could for the next 2 years.
Now that I look back... I was happy just seeing him; happier being with him (in a group of friends)... I must have, as much as is possible for a kid of that age, been in love with him.
I'm so clueless!
