Valentine's Day

One time I felt especially loved was when I was around 12 years old. My brother's friend has been staying with my father, my brother, and I at my dad's apartment. He had been there for almost a full 2 months. Suddenly he had decided to leave my father's apartment, with the destination being rehab. My brother's friend was 21, named Sean, and had begun to develop into an almost brother figure in my life. He was a great kid. He constantly attended church, every Sunday. He was always helping to diffuse situations in the household. He had a great heart and was one hell of a kid. As me and my brother were assisting to pack his luggage into his rides' car, it came time to say goodbye. I went for the normal handshake but Sean pulled me in and gave me a hug. He then said "I'm gunna miss you brotha" before leaving for Syracuse to pull his life back together. This moment clearly has been a powerful one to me, I've remembered it since.