Because that’s how I see you…
Counting… We have remained. Man. Woman. Best friends. People clucked their tongues about our relationship, said it was not real. It could not be. Man and woman could not relate to anything outside of sex for more than twenty minutes, let alone, twenty years.
We have PROVEN them wrong.
You are amazing! The moment I laid eyes on you at the sweet age of fifteen, I sought you out. I said to myself, “he’s going to be my friend.” And, persistence is key, because I was persistent in pursuing a friendship with you, and look at what we have. Is it not beautiful? Is it not glorious? MAGNIFICENT?
OF COURSE, IT IS!
Keeper of my secrets.
Protector of my fears.
You lean in when I need shielding and keep me out of harm’s way. Remember when I visited home last year (was it last year?) and we took Jernee for a walk in the park, this lady lost control of her dog, and across the field, he launched, right toward us?
My first instinct. Jernee… “Pick up Jernee, Tre.”
Your first instinct. These Two... “Shield these two, Levy”
You pushed us behind you, stood firmly in front of us, your arms covering us like armor, and stared the beast down.
You must have had a look that said, “Back up and get some act right in you,” because
He stopped just before us and his owner came dodging across the field, apologies in her eyes, eager to leash her baby once again. I was not afraid, not in that moment.
Today, you still protect me. You keep others at bay knowing how I still fear crowds, speaking in front of people, climbing out of this shell. You are patient with my issues and you speak up for me when I have forgotten how to speak up for myself.
There is no place I would rather be than in the midst of your care.
For 20 + 20 more years