I honestly love the people I lived with and met in D.C. Rob is somewhat of a brother to me. Alina and I still speak on a weekly basis. I met up with Sonya a week ago, gave her a cake, and asked her to marry me before she moved to Boston. I stayed up night after night at George Washington Hospital while Juan was detained there after a seizure. And the times I spent with Samia changed the way I look at the world. With that said, in Melissa I found a woman whose soul mirrored my own.

Melissa stood around 5�4�� and couldn�t have weighed more than the stuffed animals she slept with at night. She greeted strangers, friends and kin with a grin and had an outward demeanor that was rather innocuous; however, her petite stature belied the ferociousness within. A 2nd degree black belt who spent her free time helping abused children, my girl Melissa had a profound understanding of the pain in the world. Perhaps that was why she knew exactly what to say � or what not to say to me during my time of need.

�Hey, kid,� she said to me as a hand was placed on my shoulder, �do you wanna� talk about it?� I shrugged, she nodded, and silence extended his reach over our conversation until we arrived at the Union Station Metro station.

As we step from the metro station and on the D.C. pavement, her gaze turns upon me, asking me to not simply speak, but to trust her enough to become vulnerable. The look she gave me substituted for her lips as she coaxed me to become undone under her care. So I did. Between the time she places an order for dim sum in China Town and the time I order the two of us ice cream, I confess to her my feelings of guilt in the way my relationship with my deceased friend deteriorated after high school. We eventually made our way to a park on the east side of D.C. where we read from the book of proverbs for a little under an hour.

5' 6 is considered petite? :S
» randomjunk on 2009-07-03 01:49:39

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