To J.T. My Best Friend

Do you remember the day I went to your house and I stood, feeling awkward about sitting down next to you, because of Krystal, and how she felt about me. I remember your blonde hair falling in your eyes as you patted the spot next to you and told me not to worry about Krystal. I remember sitting and you began to tell me how she had hurt, and betrayed and ridiculed you. All the time you were talking I was looking into your blue eyes and thinking that I wanted to hurt her for hurting you. I remember thinking that I wanted to protect you, to shield you from life’s pain. I wanted to keep you in a bubble or something, so you wouldn’t get hurt. I remember looking, as a single tear ran down my face, at your eyes and seeing the compassion and life and caring for me in them. Then what surprised me the most was the tear that ran down your face. As if it had been planned I just felt the need and you must have also for you hugged me back. In that single action you helped me more than anyone ever has, because as we hugged I felt you trying to protect me. It seemed almost like an essence radiating from you. I remember.
I’ll never forget the way you helped that crying little boy in the McDonald’s by making funny faces through the big window at him. You really are a diamond in the rough.
Please tell me you remember also

Love,
Jasmine
Jasmine
Oakridge Writing Workshop