A good man lost his life Tuesday and I knew him, a high school girl who loved him.... My first real crush, 15 years old at a bowling alley dance hall for teenagers on the south side of Houston, Hello! A handsome, soft spoken, skin color of the prettiest brown you can find in your grade school crayola box. Dorm room nights of innocence... Praire View University. Long nights of conversations under skylight fire station sirens, and dim light house parties, music daring through Missouri City streets. My hug from him last year for his birthday is now mine forever, If I only knew it would be the last time I would held a little longer, and whisper to you the blessing it was to have you in my life throughout the years.
Thinking about you Jamaal consistently. You were intriguing, a mystery any woman wanted to experience. Your persona was gratifying as your presence was admiring. Your eyes were comforting yet without speaking it seems you were complimenting. Always smiling when I would see you, never shook my hand for hugs were necessary, respectful in distance with later touches of softness. Always gave a compliment or an assuring nod, that always felt so nice. I wish you were still here, however I feel your smile is so near.
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