With the air cleared, I resumed my friendship with Isaiah. It was as if the ten years had never happened.
I must clarify this. Isaiah and I adored each other. We were best friends. In high school, the love I felt for him was warm and comforting like I imagined Shaun"s love should have been, safe and secure. Now, ten years later, the warmth between Isaiah and I was there as strong as it ever had been.
Since I slapped him in sixth grade, there was an electrical charge that added to that warmth every time we came near each other. We knew it was there, and we played with it, but never touched it. Some days, the electrical charge ebbed, allowing us to revel in the warmth of our friendship. Other days, that electrical charge was unbearable and we wanted to rip each other"s clothes off. On thos
