Each time I close my eyes, <br />I see Andrew’s eyes in the rearview mirror. <br /> <br />His eyes look worried and concerned. <br /> <br />I had just told him about being bullied. <br /> <br />I was crying. <br /> <br />The car was silent when I was talking. <br /> <br />He is a good friend. <br /> <br />Once we were out of the car, <br />I sat on the trunk. <br /> <br />We talked and I got a side hug. <br /> <br />He cares. <br /> <br />I don’t have the same connection with him like I do with Matt. <br /> <br />Chances are, he’ll tell Aaron. <br /> <br />I don’t care. <br /> <br />I would rather have friends know about my life than, <br />A thousand strangers know about my personal life. <br /> <br />I feel closer to Andrew than I do with John Michael. <br /> <br />I’m willing to talk more in-depth with Andrew and Matt, <br />Not so much with others. <br /> <br />Andrew, you are the big brother I never had. <br /> <br />Matt, you are my very best friend whom I can always turn too. <br /> <br />I thank both of you for everything you have done.<br /><br />Laura Carie Dalton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-12/
