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She is one of the special ones.

Tuesday night:
We sat at Mos Burger starting the conversation with topics of utmost importance: internship (for her) and school (for me), filling each other in with the details of our lives and being amazed as usual at our similar points of view like how we both treasure alone time and she was telling me she would like hanging out alone in uni and going for lectures alone, and I was telling her I do that sometimes and you don’t need a great deal of friends in uni, just the ones you like, because the older you get the less time you have for bullshit and people who are not gon’ stick around anyways, and then we talked about uni applications and the dear girl said she would apply for my faculty in my uni and at that moment I said a silent prayer, asking God to be ever so kind to grant her a place here so the grey walls of NUS could be a little more colourful or vibrant or whatever it is they call a place that has a dose of magic injected in it, and then we talked about our feelings for superficial organisations and people in superficial organisations, the topic of relationships furtively slid their way into our conversation as they do in all meaningful heart-to-hearts with her - and then 9.40pm drew round so it was time to go; we stood up, hugged, said our pleasantries / goodbyes and we were off and as I walked to the bus stop I couldn’t help thinking how thankful I was to have some of most unexpected friendships in my life turn out to be some of the best.