The Making of a True Person

One 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.

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