One who walks the road with love will never
I've known Jerry for almost two years and
everyday of those two years he was right there by my side. Our
friendship though very close was also very discreet, because he
liked it that way. People didn't even know we were friends, and
still everyday he was there telling me how pretty I was and how
beautiful I made his life. I never realized how detached my life
was until he quit coming to school. I looked for him everyday,
called him all the time, but never had any luck until I stopped
One day he was just there, sitting in class. He
was silent with his head on his desk. I walked over to him, and I
put my hand on his back and whispered, "Jerry?" and he stood.
Just like that, he stood up, almost as if I had frightened him.
He looked scared and hurt, and many other things I can't explain.
His expression said everything I needed to know. He gazed into my
eyes then hugged me. We stood like that for a while, and then I
asked what had happened and why hadn't he been around. He was
still hushed. My eyes widened, and watered. One tear fell down my
cheek. My throat closed, and I thought I couldn't breathe. I
can't explain in words exactly what feeling came over me, but it
was like my heart got hit by a truck. Jerry just looked at the
ground. "Brittany?" I questioned. Only it was silent because my
voice didn't seem to work. I lifted my head and repeated myself,
this time with sound, but only a screech of noise, it made no
words at all. He only held me tighter as if to tell me not to let
go. I could hear his heart beat. At that moment I remembered
Jerry telling me, a year ago, about his sister. She had cancer.
His family knew the end was coming for her. She was sick
endlessly, because the chemo hadn't worked. Jerry knew it was
coming soon but he was so close to her that I knew when the end
did come part of him would die too. The part of Jerry that died
hid emotion. With that part of him dead for the first time he let
the tears fall. Right there while hugging me. Right there when he
was trying to be so strong. I could hear him trying to breath,
and I could feel his tears against my cheek. It was the first
time I saw the inside of him. A rough guy like him would never
let that happen but he did because that was the moment he
changed. In that moment part of him died, but it was like the
other parts of him were no longer dormant. The misfortune gave
him the opportunity to expose his heart. And that day, for
Brittany, I made him a silent promise; A promise that I would
never let him walk alone.
From that day on we've been together and
somewhere along the way I have fallen genuinely in love with him.
He has changed. He has become the guy who isn't afraid to feel.
Yes, he still gets in trouble, but that is the part of him that
is the same. That's the part that I can deal with. If Brittany
hadn't taught him how to let go of his image and to take the time
to feel his emotions, he wouldn't be the incredible guy
that I love. He'd still be walking alone.
We both spent most of our lives, till that
moment, alone. We know the ache that comes with loneliness, and
he knows when I'm hurting and feeling alone. That is when he
embraces me, and kisses my forehead and says…"Don't you ever feel
lonely, because we walk the road together. That's love. And 'One
who walks the road with love never walks alone.'… Your not
alone." I always smile and whisper into the air, as if his
sister can hear me… "Neither is he, I promise!"