Continued.

Young love in the park.


Max.

Max is my bestest buddy. He is pretty darn sweet and thoughtful, he does not even know how much of a good soul he is.Story: I yelled at him. I mean yelled, more than I have ever shouted at anyone human being, it stemmed from a lot, but all the aggression was taken out on him, I thought I never would see him again, he left my house ( he was staying with me at the time) I remember going up to my room and crying, fifteen minutes had past, and then I heard my front door open, he came up to my room, pretty timid and caring a DVD. My gentle friend had spent the time to go to Blockbuster to purchase a movie for me ( a movie I had said I wanted for a couple weeks) it was a peace offering, and it wasn't about the blockbuster it was about the ability to take one for the team, to realize it was a moment, and it had passed, to put it all aside and offer peace where peace was needed. First time we met,he came back to my door, he was thinking about renting out my spare bedroom, he left and then came back in less than fifteen minutes with his decision to move in, I am glad and will always be glad, that he always comes back to my door.