He knew of a girl on an all time low, She lived and died in one go. He looked for her scent in the potpourri, She had lingered on like an old story. He forgot her name,maybe it was Sera Or maybe it was Lloyd Was it Serena? He settled for Floyd. Shy but outspoken, It amused him a little She declared her worries in his presence, Demanded quick solutions or threw a fit. Her searching eyes somewhat glued to his face, His wandering mind captured by her need. What he loved the most about her undoubtedly was- She never had the answers, and He Always Did.

There are so many people in this world. When we are young, we indulge in picking our best bets among them. We base our choices on petty things like a pretty headband or a funky shoe. Gradually, we are able to label them as our friends which is further based on mutual liking and gelling. If the years are with us, we actually maintain a few of these. If the years are not with us, we tend to meet and greet new faces. New worlds, new smiles, accents, new handshakes. We move beyond headbands and shoes. Some of these people seem like the one's we knew, the one's we should have known. They go on to becoming our friends. As we elevate up the hierarchy to good and best friends, we feel they could be our friends for Life. Now, I wonder if this is a mistake. Definitely more than once have I genuinely considered, more than termed a person my friend for life. There were hopes involved and also a feeling of security, having backs and all the perks that come with everlasting friendship.