Middle School Crushes

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Caleb was not my best friend. He was the cute new boy on the bus for a little while. He was the one who always cracked jokes and wore funny hairstyles. He was the one with the deep dimples and contagious smile. Although we lived in Laurel, Maryland, we attended Kenmoor Middle School in Landover, Maryland for the Talented and Gifted all-day program, so getting to school every day consumed about an hour. Since we all spent so much time together on our journey to and from school, we developed a close bond. Here, I got to know Caleb as a friend, a comforter, and a comedian. Although I often found myself annoyed with his middle-school-boy mindset, I knew I had a pal. On a day as normal as any other, Caleb decided to inform our clique that his family planned on moving to Virginia.
My memories of his last day are obscure. There were tears and hugs and goodbye waves from a school bus window. And I never saw Caleb again. We texted and messaged each other on social networks every now and then, not nearly enough. I hadn’t heard from him nor him from me in about a year. Contacting him was always on my “To Do Eventually” list. I did eventually cross it off of my list after seeing his photo on Instagram, I reminded myself of my promise to keep in touch. Then I read the photo caption: it was a cyber-eulogy.
I will never forget – though I have succeeded in temporarily suppressing the memory of - the day I heard about Caleb being shot to death in his neighbor’s house. It was one of those stories that seemed to always be on the news, but never actually happened in real life. To this day, I find that if my subconscious is not reminded of his absence, I still consider it a possibility to contact my old friend. A Freudian might call it motivated forge...

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...o protect their being. My job is to love.
If rather than plastering names on groups with different opinions, this country would focus on increasing the love and trust between neighbors, friends, and especially strangers, fear would grow too insignificant to cause death through guns, wars, fights, baseball bats, and anything else. Marianne Williamson wrote, “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us,” We ask ourselves who am I to love beyond measure, unconditionally? Who am I to slowly smother the darkness in the world with my light? Who am I not to let the distrust of the world turn me bitter? Who am I to forgive the past? Who are we to not fight back? Who are we to be examples? We should be, America should be, the world should be, I should be love.

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