I went to Chicago recently. There was a funeral for my Grandad's friend, Moe Jackson. Grandad seemed pretty happy when he heard the news. I was glad because I was finally going back home to Chicago, and I was going to see my best friend Cairo.
When we got there, Cairo was friends with this corny nigga, I got into a fight with Cairo on the party boat.
Afterwards, when I went to apologize, I wound up getting knocked out. I realized that being the bigger man is overrated.
Now I don't know when I'll go back, but for some reason, I think about Chicago less, and less.
When I got back, Jazmine ran up the hill to see me. Before she arrived, I thought about friendship, and loyalty. I know that she wouldn't resent me for moving somewhere else. She seems like more of a friend then Cairo was.
Since then, I've treated her better, and I think I've opened myself up to the idea of her being around me from now on. She's not just the docile princess some people think she is, she is determined to get what she wants. On some level, I respect that.
I used to think she was just some sheltered little girl; but I can't get her out of my mind. There's something about the way she is that I find beautiful, something that I haven't seen in anyone else. She's not like the other dumb ass kids in Woodcrest, but she's not quite as cynical as other people.
She's her own person, who takes in the views from my world; she challenges some of what I say. That's another thing I guess a part of me respects: she holds her ground, she's resilient.
So far, I haven't been able to explain exactly why I love her, I just know that I do. And after seeing the world from her view, I think I know her like no one else does.