Will you be friends with me?

I was walking along my wintry, frozen life,
When she popped up like sunshine without much strife.

With a warm smile on her lips,
She stuck out a hand and quipped,

"Will you be friends with me?"

She had eluded me for so long,
How could this possibly be?

I was quite apprehensive,
What could be her incentive?

But as the ice broke and conversations unfolded,
I realized I could grab her trusting hand and hold it.

We had our share of fun and we laughed a lot
Quarrels we got into and battles we fought.

And when she would irritatingly say "grow up",
For a brief while I thought maybe I should.

On the other hand when she'd say "you can do it",
I found strength for amazing things I could.

There were dark times too.

When broken hearts we had to nurse,
Realizing what seemed like a blessing  was worse than a curse.

But we pulled through thanks to the laughs,
It's always fun to poke fun at ex-better halves.

Very often in life people come and play their part,
And before you know it, it's time to grow apart.

I'm not very fond of the future, that subject isn't my favorite,
For now lets treasure the moment, celebrate and savor it.

No matter what lies ahead, How cruel life turns out to be,
At least I have that moment to relive, When she stuck out her hand and quipped,

"Will you be friends with me?"