my friend kusanagi

there are twenty eight years difference between kusanangi and i and i'm the older one. our friendship is bumpy at times as we wade through not understanding each other and we've both went away mad at the other more than once. but something always pulls us back and lately we've gotten better at negotiating the pitfalls. partly because we've both grown to value the friendship and are afraid of losing it forever. we talk forever every day and he still doesn't trust me- a true child of his generation while i trust him completely- a true child of mine.

the other day he accused me of valuing trust too much and i laughed. "how can you have any kind of relationship if you don't trust each other?" I asked.

he shrugged. "i've never thought about it, i guess, ma'am."

"i h8 that word."

"lol, ma'am... i know." (i h8 ma'am b/c it makes me feel so old)

"brat" i reply affectionately.

"i h8 that word 2 u know."

i know. i know that your parents have used few terms of affection with you and that they usually use foul adjectives in front of the word brat. i've heard the pain in your voice when you tell about them. i know trust is something i'll earn with you over years of being consistently there and caring. breaking down years of bad voices isn't easy, but this friendship is changing both of us... for the better, imho. hope you agree, too bad if you don't, dear brat!