September 7, 2015 - 16:20
We sat together on the bus. Quickly filing onto the bus, and sliding into a seat, each so focused on our conversation with someone else that we must not have realized we were sitting together until the bus had begun to move. At that point we must have exchanged pleasantaries, and engaged in casual conversation in between talking and laughing with others sitting nearby. It was a long bus ride, and I presume there must have been periods of silence, and staring out of the window. I thought about it some weeks later, a few months later, and now a couple of years later, yet I have never been able to recall a single word we said to each other that day. That day was the first memory I have of us, two strangers. The next thing I remember is that we were inseperable. No matter how hard I try to remember that day, and the days after it, I still cannot remember anything between us being complete strangers and being best friends.