over the years. i used to tease this boy named kyle constantly. everyday i made it hell for him. just because i could. just because i was bigger and stronger and cooler and more popular. just because kyle was this weird wirey kid with no sense of humor and a dedication to studying and reading and being quiet. just because he didnt like sports and didnt seem impressed with me. just because. the other night i was walking home from the store down the street and of all people i spotted kyle lounging in the park with his dog and younger brother. as i was passing our eyes met and of course as always he looked away first. i was going to keep walking and head home but for some reason i had the strangest urge to stop and talk to him. so i did. he was surprised at first and made a point to ask me when i was going to be torturing him. i apologized and offered to take him and his brother and his dog down the street for a pizza. he agreed. and we hung out the rest of the night. things i learned about kyle. he likes rugby. not footballfootball. his mother passed away last year. he plans on going to boston university. and he always thought i was an asshole. ----------- i think i need to be a better person from now on. i think ill try. harder. i think.