Friendship ; The state of being a friend, the value of being friends ;valuing ones company
Millions of names. Millions of people who don't mean shit to me who's names could have come up.But no. It had to be his. What could Reese have done to deserve this? Reese seemed liki a good person in the orphanage, but I knew him when he was 8. Back then you were considered a good person if you shared your toys and didn't call the other kids names. And as far as I knew, he always shared everything. And he never called the other kids names. Maybe that's why he was adopted so quickly. There were alot kids, kids like me, who were dropped off as a baby, and stayed until they were 18. Kids like me who nobody wanted. Who nobody loved. But Reese was different. He was loved by everybody. His parents loved him very much, but were killed in a car accident. Reese didn't have anywhere to go, so he went to the orphanage. He stayed for 9 months until he was adopted by a young couple who looked like the types who would spoil the heck out of him. I was happy for him. And I was lucky to have him in my life. I didn't have any friends before him, and I didn't have any friends after him. He meant the world to me then. We talked for hours before bed about pur future and what we wanted to be when we grew up. Reese wanted to be a police officer so he could stop drunk drivers like the one who hit his parents. I wanted to be a police officer too, so I could help him. I also wanted to find my real parents, he agreed to help me. Even if we were just 8. And even if it was just for 9 months. those were the best 9 months of my life. I didn't realize it then but I was in love him. Once I read his name on that paper, I realized that I never stopped.