#Rev (GearShark, #2)

by Cambria Hebert

Truth be told, I’m not here, though, to speak to the masses. I’m here for one man. I’m here to be a spark, a single source of heat to possibly ignite a fire and change the way we treat one other. It’s a selfish cause, really, because it’s Drew I think of. It’s Drew I’m really asking you to treat kindly. But maybe if you discover giving one man who deserves acceptance easy, it will be easy to give across the board. It isn’t an easy thing to look in the mirror and see a face you essentially hide behind. It’s not easy to want to be liked—even loved—for who you really are. Have you ever felt like an outcast in the center of a room? Have you ever felt alone but been in a crowd of people? I have. I don’t want that for Drew. For anyone.

sometimes we need someone—anyone—to come forward and make being different okay.

The best days, though, were when no one even noticed at all. As if two people in love weren’t anything to even notice, as if it were a natural occurrence.

I didn’t care we were in the parking lot at a busy airport. All I cared about was making sure the vulnerability that sometimes haunted him was put back in its place.

But Granny did. I went and got her and drove her to campus myself as a surprise. It was the first time I’d ever seen T cry. She cried, too, and then she asked me to floor it because she liked to drive fast. Yeah, Granny was still my favorite person for life.