"One of us"

He believes in magic. Not as a religious thing, although he believes in a higher being as well, but as supernatural means that influence events and physical phenomena. He sees and feels things you and I think cannot be seen or felt. Being kind of a psychic, he believes he has premonitory visions and that he can predict the future. Not all of it, but bits and pieces. He's like a little kid, in a way. A bit too innocent.

One thing's for sure: his heart's in the right place. I've never met anyone as good a person as he is. There's no doubt about it, he's got nothing but good intentions. He tries so hard, in such an upfront manner, to please people. And he tries so desperately to be liked. That's all he wants.

He may very well be the single most intelligent person I've ever met. I tell you, he's somewhat of a genius. Geniuses are known for lacking common sense or emotional sensitivity. And, I assure you, he fits that description perfectly. Although I wouldn't say he is absent-minded, as geniuses are imagined to be, as he seems to live in a state of constant awareness. Always mindful, like a hawk.

It must be difficult, being as bright as he is, to find happiness. Somehow, he transfers his obsessive-compulsive intense focus on subjects of his study and work to social relations. It's heartbreaking to see him unappreciated like that. I truly believe he's too good, too pure, for this world. People can't understand him, they don't trust him, always so honest and willing to lend you a helping hand. Offering his friendship, his true and almost unconditional friendship. The only thing he demands is for you to listen to him now and then. A friendly ear. To be there, just from time to time. In return, he'll be there for you anytime you want, for anything you may possibly need, anything at all.

I can safely say he has never meant any harm to anybody. And that's something I couldn't even say for myself. Life hurts. Circumstances can do you wrong, people will hurt you. And when they do, you are going to want to hurt them back. It's like an acquired reflex, a learned instinct. We all have it. It's just something we learn somehow as we grow old. Except for him.

If only he could find someone who got him, who could really see his true worth, I know he'd be able to truly start feeling about himself the way I feel about him. The way everybody should. I keep my eyes open for that person at all times, just in case. I would love to be able to help him that way, finding just the one for him. If anybody deserves to be loved and understood, it's him.