I have a best friend. He's pretty cool, for a nerd. We chat and laugh and he torments me and I torment him back. We're the best of friends but...
For the longest time I couldn't understand why he couldn't ever tell me things. I didn't understand why he never let me know what he was really thinking. He always said that he had to block out what he was feeling, no matter what that was. Today I found out why.
We were hanging out but instead of being my cheery, joking self I was gloomy. I had a lot on my mind, you see. My friends all asked me what was wrong. I told them I'd be fine just had a stomach ache, which was somewhat true. Course, my best friend here could see right through that. "Seriously, what's the matter?" He asked, with that look that says "Spit it out. You know I'm going to get it out of you eventually." I sighed, knowing that eventually I'd spill it all to him like usual. But then I got angry. "You never tell me anything so why should I tell you anything!? You never tell me or show how you really feel so why should I? " I yelled at him. He sat there for a moment, looking at me sadly. "Because when I was younger, about six or seven, my dad went to jail for stealing and my mom divorced him. I had to become the man of the house. I learned then that you have to hold back how you feel so you can be strong."
I stared back at him for the longest time before whispering, "I'm so sorry." and pulling him into a tight hug. He didn't show it but in his eyes I could see the sorrow. I held him close for as long as I could, letting him rest his head in the curve of my neck. There were so many things in my head now, replacing the sadness that I'd felt before with pity and sympathy and understanding. "I'm so sorry." I said again as I let him go. He smiled but the sadness in his eyes stayed. "It's okay. I was only mad about it for like month." Conversation switched to some lighter topic but my mind remained with him.
We're more alike than I thought. Neither of us were able to stay children for very long. And around the same time, too. How strange... And sad. I guess no one stays a child for long.