This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at ASU chapter.
I noticed how she knew everyone
And everyone knew her
Her fame was presented not just in her friend group
But her dreams
She thought to be a writer
So I sought out to send her texts like a novelist
With a plot line never-ending
A series boundless
I overthink my grammatical choices
But she doesn’t care
She tells me quietly
That she also re-reads her texts before sending them to me
I told her I would never want to send something incorrect
Because why publish unfinished work?
I read everything carefully over
She holds the binding to my stiff spine
Yet to lay her hands on me.