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You & I - 25. Chapter 25
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To Isaac,
Oh, You. I mean, I know who you are now. I'm sorry about your condition, I figure that sucks. Em… yeah, everything kind of make sense now. I am a little agitated that you lied, but I can see why you might have wanted to hide your situation. In a way, I am sorry for having kept talking about being able to run all over the place, and teaching you how to play sports or I don't know, like… being lazy. You said you swim, except how do you do that if you are in a wheelchair. Plus, being in a wheelchair all the time, does that mean you can't feel anything south of your hips. Em… does that mean everything below is… not working. Sorry for asking, I'm just… I feel weird grasping what I know now.
It's awkward you know, realizing how I have been talking smack all this time about being energetic and well, being able to walk just about anywhere I want. You kept dropping hints all along, about having something taken away that I wouldn't be able to understand, until it's gone, and I presume I'll never perceive what it is like to lose my independence.
Em, Isaac, it might be wrong for me to say this. Though I'm pretty sure it won't work: us being friends. You live a different life, a complicated one, and well, I live another. I don't care about your disability, per se.
What I really mean is… I don't think I can be friends with you because I have special feelings, regardless of what way you present yourself. Can I be in love with someone and not care about how they look. I'm serious, this is odd and weird. All I know is that I have a strong ripely sensation in my stomach, and it makes me feel ashamed to acknowledge who you are and still like you. I mean, what if I desired to do wild things with you, like rock climbing, how do we do that? Actually, how do you swim, do you need someone to help you all the time or can you do that yourself.
I reckon you are right about your previous statement; that neither of us would have talked to each other if it were not for these letters. I'll be honest, okay, not that I have anything against you or people in your position. Just, I don't think I can deal with something this heavy. I have enough things on my mind, and I don't want to worry extra about you when you can't keep up with my friends or me if I was to invite you out. I… I em… I… You know, it kind of sucks you know... that you are in a wheelchair if I am honest.
Somehow, I always imagined if we got together, we'd be able to do wild shit, and well I don't know what I was thinking making a preconceived notion that you could just walk based on my own knowledge. Except, now that I know I just feel guilty for being nice to you now that I know about you. I am thankful I never made fun of you, and that I never ridiculed somebody in your situation.
Only, it seems like such a shitty thing to do to such a nice person. Whenever I saw you in the corridor at school, I always assumed or asked myself at least, "what did that guy do to piss off god?”
Though now that I know you are a phenomenal person beneath the appearance it makes me hate myself for not reaching out sooner or at least trying when I knew for a fact that you seemed lonely and lost in your everyday life when I'd see you.
I think I have been too caught up in my own life to genuinely care about anyone else, and since I met you, you have opened me up to the plausibility of being open to people.
Is it wrong for me to wish the accident happened to me, rather than a grateful person like you? What I really want to say is that I can't be just a friend, and now that I know it's you, it makes me want to be helpful, yet, honestly, these uncharted waters petrify me.
Can I ask what really happened? How did it really happen? And I'm really sorry about your mom. Mom's are so much better than dad; even though I love my dad… Mom always knows. I'm super sorry about what occurred, four years ago.
Did you see the other side? I mean, heaven.
Your superhuman Isaac… you know that. All this time, I've been passing by a superhero on my way to class for the last couple of years. After what you have gone through I can appreciate why you savor the little things now that they don't seem significant when you have them to dispose of.
Plus, please don't call yourself a cripple, nobody calls you that. I didn't even know your name… I always referred to you as the kid in the wheelchair. Yes, you are the only person in the entire school, I have noticed who has a wheelchair. I understand it is not the best way to refer to someone, on just what I see, though you are totally worth the time and effort, in getting to know.
Lastly, it will never be goodbye with me. You have made it into my inner circle of besties. I'm dealing with stuff, so sorry if I am slow on the uptake, but I just need some time to think that's all. I'll let you know… you know when things are clear. I just, I wasn't expecting my best friend to be in a wheelchair. Though you are still alright in my books…
Until next time,
Max
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