Like no other

Jade Lee
Jade Lee
Aug 22, 2017 · 4 min read
“Marcellin Caillou”

S,

I read a book about a boy whose face always turned red. He meets a friend who constantly sneezes.

They become friends. They play and do nothing together all day, but it never gets lame because it’s always a pleasure to be together.

When someone finds another who has something in common which is not so common, they get married on Facebook which we did. The cyber divorce still stings a bit and I’m joking. (Nothing wrong with being gay. We have professional lives now and people took it seriously.)

You’re like Frederick the mouse. You add color to my life.

He’s a poet.

We met at our first year of college. It was when we both looked 12 and the staff at Lotte World thought we were middles shoolers. (Almost a decade later today, we look 17. So that’s good.)

Not all of them but 99% of the girls were wearing make up with flowery skirts and heels. But not us. We loved wearing hoodies with skulls and stomped around the campus in our backpacks and Chuck Taylors. I was so glad to find a fellow My Chemical Romance fan on SNU ground when everyone else was singing Wonder Girl’s “Tell Me” or Big Bang’s “Lie.”

The Black Parade

You were a bit girly in winter clothes and that’s when the guys were chasing after you. “It’s the hair,” you said. Yeah. Your black layered hair that comes down to your shoulders. It made you look fresh.

I’m sure it wasn’t just me who thought the people in college don’t really call you first to hang out. So when we ran into each other one day, I was surprised to get your call first few hours later. I was going to call you too.

I was amazed (still am) at how you slayed people with your confidence and heart. Look wasn’t everything to you. You felt pretty and good about your self without the make up and clothes. Your neon green dress was the brightest thing I ever saw on a human being.

You were confident in others too which makes you more beautiful. I come off as someone who lacks confidence but you knew I was confident in my own way and people got me wrong. That was awesome.

You’re a debater. I saw you do a presentation in a class and you caught our ears and undivided attention. You were funny and smart. You didn’t even panic when your PPT got jacked up.

You said you wanted to make a speech like Obama. You can’t because you’re not black. Even better, you’ll be different. You will inspire people in a whole new way.

Seeing you, people will not be saying, “Oh! Look. She’s like Obama.” No. They will be saying, “I want to be her.”

A girl who was different from others but wasn’t afraid to express who she was and what she believed in. A girl who stayed positive and kicked ass for her dreams even in the face of all the bullshit of the world. A girl who drew big pictures but appreciated the little details of the people she cared about.

I loved how you remembered all the little things I told you about myself over years and added those in my resume which I asked you to proofread. You would also remember my special dates and wished me luck in the mornings. You knew me more than I did. It’s a great feeling to be loved. Really.

You’re the type of person who teaches people how to love. You know how to give what you have received and that is so rare as diamond. You make me not lose complete hope in humanity. As you know, they are all useless. Not all of them. But 99.9999% of them.

I won’t be hurt if you make new friends in Pittsburgh miles away but don’t ever put them before me.

I loved you once. I loved you twice. I love you more than beans and rice.

Less than three.

Talk soon,
Your friend who says the weirdest things sometimes

P.S.
Thanks for making me feel safe to say the oddest things.

)

I’m happy to be me.

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