I remember being the last girl picked for gym-class dodgeball.
I remember being the nerd in the front row of every class.
I remember being the subject of all bullies.
Being shoved into lockers. . . . . .
Having my books knocked out of my hands. . . . .
Having my homework multiplied tenfold because the “cool kids” didn’t understand it. . . .
And then there was a commotion, a stir of excitement in the hallways and in every classroom. There was a new kid in school.
And that new kid was you.
Every clique practically groveled for your attention, but you passed by like you didn’t care. You only saw one person.
You then saw what they did to me, how they broke the broken girl.
And all of a sudden. . . . . .
You chose me to be the first on your dodgeball team.
You sat next to me in the front row of all the classes.
You stood in between me and the bullies, guarding me from their insults.
You caught me before I fell.
You helped me pick up my books.
You shoved the homework back into the cool kids’ faces.
You befriended me, and protected me.
Our bond was one to be envied, and all because you chose me over all the others.
You were my friend when I had none, and I’ll fore be indebted to you.
Thank you for choosing me.