Maygen Bazemore
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Sid was my only friend. I met him in 2014 working as waiters at the same restaurant, trying to make ends meet while following our artsy dreams at NYU. We balanced each other out, me and Sid. My long, dark hair, muted clothes, and introverted tendencies made it impossible to keep up with the bright, fun, quirky painters I studied alongside. When I met Sid, his beaming smile and overly positive attitude led me to assume he would be the same. But Sid's bleached blonde hair matched his 2006 emo-like fashion, and he kept everything down to his wrists and ankles covered. His clear blue eyes were tense, and his positive attitude felt soft, delicate, and quite frankly, sad. I don't think many people felt the sadness behind his mask, but the first time I saw his smile break when he thought no one was looking, I felt it and felt drawn to him. I quickly grew to enjoy his company.
By Maygen Bazemore3 years ago in Psyche