Of Platonic Affection.

On a side note, Liz used my dad as an example of someone who you can’t communicate with. This amused me greatly. She said she’s known me for almost two years now, it’s about time she got to know me better.

Anyway.

As expected, Colleen was around this evening before her evening. She said she’s done after today. Well, tomorrow, she just wants to hand something in. As usual, since I know doing spanish notecards and commiting vocabulary to memory wouldn’t take too long, I sat and talked with her in the student center. I do that a lot. I enjoy her company, and since I usually have the time, company takes priority over studies.

I love Colleen. I’ve been meaning to actually tell her. You know, verbalize it. I know she wouldn’t get weirded out, we’ve been friend-zoned for a while now. Hardly like it was with Ashley. Ashley, I had a full-blown crush on. But Colleen and I are cool. I appreciate her company. I can’t overstate that. It’s so nice having someone who actually hears me when I say things. I just sense things. Like I said to her about Sam, I can feel in as little as fifteen seconds whether I like someone. (Sometimes it takes longer, but I seriously knew I liked Sam from about fifteen seconds after meeting him. This jumped out at me, because I usually have a negative reaction to most males.)

She was going to her car to get her books. I went with her because I had forgotten to get my spanish books when I got my food from the van. We were standing just outside the student center. It was dark out, and I noticed how the light was hitting her. In the back of my mind, I noticed she looked beautiful. I’ve complimented her before, but it just didn’t occur to me to actually say anything. Reminds me of how I used to compliment Carolyn. She told me years later that the little things I said meant a lot to her. I love platonic female friends. :: smiles ::

I don’t know what else to say. I feel like every time I mention Colleen, I simply reiterate that she’s a conscious being. SO RARE THESE DAYS. :: smiles :: I’m also exceedingly aware that whenever we finish county, we’ll probably never see each other again. That won’t be for another year, but that makes me sad in advance. I haven’t even KNOWN her a year yet!