Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the...– Kevin Arnold
And I knew then, while standing in the park crying to him, that I could truly learn to love him. That despite his lack of caring and his dislike to try new things, he had a sincere heart. And though he never had much to say, or nothing at all, there was a way to him that not even I could comprehend. His embrace, and the sense with it that it will all be alright, made this far more difficult. But...