Word Count: 496One day five years ago I meet a boy.
This boy was special in every way possible, except with himself. He had always held back his feelings never sharing his thoughts with anyone. After a while this boy had grow close to me and we had started dating.The boy and I decided one day to call it off and just be good friends, but for the boy and I we didn’t realize it but we had already grown to close.During a past years of being together we had dated on and off. Finding that ever time we split apart we had grown closer and could never leave each other’s sight.
Finally the boy and I decided to give it a long-term try, where we could talk out our differences and problems. I always knew that there was something he was holding back from me, but I could figure out what it was. The boy and I finally came to find that we loved each other not only as a couple, but also as a friend. We could always talk about what was on his mind and he would tell me little stuff such as: “I am just not happy with how things work in life.” or “I can’t understand how people do things like that.” He would get upset so easily when he heard about parents forcing kids to believe in what the parents wanted them to against their will.
I never understood why until one day when he decided to talk to me about it. When we first started to talk he told me first about the scar on his side, he told me how it wasn’t a bullet mark that scraped across him but it was from when he had chicken pox. He told me about when he used to live in Bristol, and his dad was a Pasteur and how his dad had got to close to people in the church and they didn’t like it so he was harassed until they moved here. His dad got his license for being a Pastuer taken away because of that. The boy said he w! as scared until I came along.
He said that he felt he could trust me and knew he should give reasons on why he had hurt me before in the past. He felt that he should explain him self to me so that I knew how much I’ve done for him. He said I opened doorways for him and broke barriers. He told me that I showed him that people shouldn’t hide their emotions even if they hurt. He said I taught him how to trust again. He said I taught him that not every body was going to hurt him.
The boy said that the one thing I did for him that he would never forget was to learn how to cry again. That day alone I have never seen someone show all his aggressions and fear before, with one person. That will be the one true thing I am can actually say that I have done for someone.
