she put flowers in my hair
we walked and scuffed at rocks and aww'd at baby ducks
we talked about our hopes, our fears, our great loves and broken hearts
mostly the last two
because they're what everyone has in common.
everyone has a tale of great romance
great, sweeping loves that carry you away
and everyone has had their heart stepped on
thrown away, set on fire, or simply left behind
but not everyone
gets to have a friend like her.