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,