You & I

#19

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You & I - 19

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To: Isaac

Wow, what a dick move; I'm kidding of course. I'm smiling at the letter right now while I am writing this and it's weird comprehending that you have a name other than Sherlock. Not to be mean or anything, although I didn't think you'd have a name like Isaac. Isaac is a nice name. I don't know what I must have been expecting. However, I had this warm sensation in my chest, and it makes me feel like I recognize you a whole lot better now that I know your name. I have no reason not to trust you, and you have been very forthcoming with me. Therefore, your word is held in high regard. Though dude… Your piece about approximately how many Issacs's reside in the building, now that is pure genius. I must inquire what cheese you are indicating. Are we talking about smelly cheese? Perhaps yummy cheese? Cheese crumbs? Cheese Streaks? Cheese gone wild! Ah… I amuse myself sometimes.

You know I have already bumped into two Issacs this morning. That's what you want right? You want me to find you actively. I didn't approach any Issacs I am not acquainted with; however, I don't think they were you. Is it weird to presume I can tell that just by looking at them? I still have six people to go, and typically I am confident and energetic about going into such matters. Except, I'm nervous. I'm afraid the only real friend I have ever made will think less of me, or something will get muddled when we meet. I hope I honestly didn't do anything in the past to hurt you. I know I have been uncool about some of my altercations in school. I just hope of all things I'm not proud of, that you're not one of them. I'll follow your trail, only you're going to have to leave some more clues other than your name. I'm still going to look for you actively.

So far, I know a guy called Isaac who does art, he is majorly popular among his peer groups but not the entire school. The other is a loner, he keeps to himself. I overheard some people saying that the guy is called Isaac. I learned this guy likes to spend his evenings after school in the library. Except I have a good feeling that it’s not you either. Maybe I’m wrong, I don’t know, but am I getting closer. What will it be like if we finally meet? Will we just continue where we left off in our letters or do we start all over again? I'm like super hyped to try and locate you. I know, I know, I'll just be patient, and things will finally work its way around. I have a horrible habit digging for answers to questions I don't even know are there in the first place. I want to be a good friend, I need someone who understands, and you understand.

I’m glad that you did not reject my praise. Friends are hard to come by, and I guess one reason why I don't want to lose you is… well… you are hard to come by. A rare find indeed. I know right… if the two of us were only starting up again and we had dropped a line about where we are now, I'd probably laugh or at least snigger. We really are getting on well, barriers never existed between you and I. We just talked to one another, from revealing everything, it all became a possibility.

You know, all this time you have been helping me with my problems, and now that I hear some things you are dealing with, it's like I don't know what to say. In a way, it is empowering and gratifying to grasp and realize that you have shared a part of yourself with me after all this time. I'm not as fancy with words as you might be, though I won't suffocate you or constantly annoy you. I reckon I'd be the type of person to drop by unannounced and take you swimming for the day. After all, you did mention you love to swim. I'll make you deal if I can figure out who you are by Saturday you have to take me swimming. If I don't figure out who you are by Saturday, I promise to teach you how to play lacrosse or something. If I lose, after school you can turn up to the playing field behind the building. If I win, you meet me at the aquatic center across from Griffith Park. Deal?

I know for a fact, I don’t want to live my life anymore in the dark. Isaac you have made me want to be a better person, and I don’t know how to thank you for helping me come to that realization. I have come to learn that: through you, life is what you make of it. You seem to have a wisdom that I've never encountered before from another person. It's like you sometimes speak of another time. And you always linger on a moment in time, where you seem to be teaching me to savor what I have because I won't understand unless gone. This all brings me to some preposterous notion that something might have happened in your past. I just wanted you to know: you have been incredible to me. I really need you to know that whatever it is you have to gone through in the past, and still deal with, it is not going to make little difference as to why I still wish to talk to you. I get it now. When I first started chatting, I always knew something was up. I never imagined that it could be as big as it appears now. Although I don't know what it entails, I'm still going to look for you, and if you decide that you want to share that aspect of your life with me, I'm here.

Crazy to believe we are practically like the same person. It's not until you quote something the way you do that stuff naturally piece together. The way you word sentences and the little mundane day-to-day quests we all have to embark on, makes living in this world substantially better when you describe them the way you do. I didn't think I'd be open or persuaded to believe that we are all systematically connected to one another to this energy you speak of. How you described it makes me feel appreciative of these little moments in time. The next time I am out, and someone's walking the dog, and they smile at me, I'll appreciate that more than I have in the past.

In an odd way, you have persuaded me that there is an excellent underlying value to most things' humans do. Even if it gets muddled along the way, it's what we do with the subject that counts. Sometimes, Isaac, you freak me out. If I had any knowledge, I'd presume you were living inside my head. I assume you have experienced the hole that seems to throb inside your chest from time to time when you don't know what your purpose is.

However, I've come to realize that you are right… there is no purpose, just contentment for what you want to do. If you are at war with yourself, then you can never be content. For as long as I can remember it's like I have been trying to find what is supposed to fit into the numbness inside my chest. Yet, I woke up this morning feeling refreshed, like I had been given an alternative path to venture. It's all thanks to you. I don't know where I got my superhuman strength from, but I have come to recognize having struggles defines who you are. I guess without all these little hiccups and pop-ups in life there would be nothing work mentioning. That is our story, and without it, it wouldn't be exciting.

I’m not an analytical person, however, I am eager, and I pursue and act when I believe it needs to be taken. Asking you out; not in the traditional fashion, but to get you out of your comfort zone, I am willing to try just that.

Later,

Max

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To: Max

I know what you mean; my name does have a ring to it, doesn't it? Thanks. Max is a nice name too, but I totally agree my name is better.

I know right… It's savage. It took me the best part of three days to figure out how many others were in our school. I was planning to tell you for a couple of days now, though you actually asked me. However, you beat me to it.

In correlation with my hints, it most definitely has to be cheese gone wild! I'll admit, I got a chuckle out of that. I know we've gone completely against the rules and I'm not typically one to break a system that has been set down. Besides, since we are near the end of the projected assignment, I suppose it's adequately put to know each other's names now. It makes me wonder if anyone else from our project knows each other's names or if we are the only ones. It's hard to imagine how both of us began knowing nothing regarding one another, and now we know a lot about each other. It has been time well spent, all the free time I mean in school writing to you. I had no inkling that such small-time merit could turn into a desire. I reckon that's how I feel on any given day. I believe you said it in our previous letters, and I'm stating it now. Turning up to see that you have written to me makes my day.

Just with the possibility of finally meeting you coming to a close, I'm apprehensive too. At the start, I wasn't sure whether our conversations would take up off the ground, yet here we are. I think we've gotten to the point that we've discussed everything and there are only our day-to-day necessities worth asking for. Well that's the way I see it, I know there is more to talk about, but I feel like that is best done in person.

I don't mean to be a buzzkill, then what you said about actively finding me is weirdly humbling and scary. I have the one and only Max Wilson trying to guess who I am. Now that I am even more aware and alert to the plausibility of our meeting, it's like I don't want our letters to end.

I'm not an artist, I can't even draw a circle, let alone a stick-man. The guy in the library sounds like a preferable candidate, sadly I don't spend much time reading books in the school library. I tend to go to the local branch because they have real science books. Our school facilities don't have any attractive content to stimulate my brain. I assume in a way and don't judge. Our school caters for those who can handle a less capable knowledge. In a way, they stock media that will be of a typical easiness for students to absorb. Hence, I look elsewhere for material to regurgitate. Although I did see you today… I'm not going to lie about that. I saw you enter the library, sonot you must be doing the leg work detective. It didn't register with me then until I read your letter now that you are inherently looking for me, like really. I thought it was just in our conversations at first, but wow, it's inspiring to be admired for change. Therefore, a hint can be as follows; the library is not a place I go, but I occasionally roll past the fine establishment on my way to class. Now whatever way class is, I'll let you try to make heads or tails of this on your own.

I'm going to be brazened here, this weekend you're playing a match, right? I'll turn up with the audience, of course. However, I'm going to make a dare since you have called me out in your previous letter. I'd like nothing more than to learn how to play lacrosse or go swimming with a friend who is not my little cousin. I just want to see if you are genuine. I have a history of these sorts of things. So, for another hint when you're out on the field just after the national anthem, I dare you to snatch the microphone from whoever singing afterward, and yelled into the mic, "the cheese has gone wild."

I don't know something about upping the stakes seems devious and honestly, I like it. I don't have a lot left to hint; once you catch on, I think you'll understand. If you do this, I promise I'll give you another clue, a big clue. There is nothing more eye-opening than a person who is willing to make a fool of themselves for friendship. Plus, I'll repay the debt once you figure out who I am, I'll do something stupid too, purely for amusement.

I had nothing to reject, therefore, what would I decline. Incredibly sweet of you to say, I don't quite know what to say to that. Thanks. A couple of weeks ago, I presumed if we'd known each other, however, never spoke to one another, I'd reckon we'd have passed each other in the hallways without a second thought. Except, I don't want to take credit for something I didn't do. I surmise I was in the right place at the correct time. Just, all the work you have made is simply you. I've had no hand in helping you realize anything. Perhaps I helped remove the wool over your eyes. You've done the same for me. So, for the sake of thanking one another, lets just put it out there that we are both appreciate each other's efforts.

Mind you, I will hold you to the promises you keep. Therefore, be sure to commit upon inciting them. So, yeah besides science, swimming is my escape. Just like music is yours. I love to swim. At the moment I'm toning my biceps. When I finish every girl will be looking at me; not anymore will be that skinny kid who is apparently there, yet never paid attention toward.

Your preposterous notion is correct, something happened in my past a couple of years ago. Four years ago, to be exact. Given that I'm almost 15, I had turned 11 two weeks earlier before my life changed. It made me appreciate life even more afterward. Can you imagine, I'm not lying. I was dead for 15 minutes. Really sums up how the small insignificant things don't seem to matter anymore after you've had a life changing ordeal. Perhaps I've ruined the surprise. Perhaps… maybe I've given too much away. Admittedly, there can only be one Isaac with a history like mine.

I have another thing to confess that I never told you before. Actually, I lied. See my mom's dead… and I'm in a wheelchair. I'm the cripple, everyone sees, pities, but never includes.

Shit… so much for following the cheese. Sorry for lying Max. I just… I wanted to feel normal. Except, I didn't lie everything else. I really do swim. As I said, I'm toning my biceps.

Anyway, I think I will call it here, and it's been cool you know. I understand if you don't want to hang around with someone like me. I'll just hold you back from doing all the fun shit.

Until next time, or goodbye,

Isaac

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