Her.

Morgan brown.
We went through primary school together.
We also went through high school together.
We even hung out with the same friends sometimes, the same smoking groups up the back oval. Ha, good times.
We knew each other.
Really, we have a lot in common
But we never got to REALLY know each other.
We were just acquaintances, never really, friends.
But we have quite a bit in common
You write, I write
I remember when I played hawthorn heights in maths and your like, “turn it up”
And you faintly sang along, and I smiled when no one saw.
Same tastes, same similarities in the small things.
I hope one day we become good friends. I would actually really like that.
Secret: I’m willing to let you in, if you don’t get too freaked out by me. Because really, we’re practically strangers, yet it’s like I know you. I know your face. But by what you write, I can relate sometimes. If I can’t I still understand. I’m willing to share my life with you. If you want. I’d like a somewhat, ‘new’ friend. Do you like shisha? :)