Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)

Just A Man

               I was thinking today... I wish there was something I could do for him...
Even as the thought crossed my mind I knew it was ridiculous but it just kept gnawing at my mind.
               Finally I realized what I needed to do. The only thing that's left to do. And it's simple.
               To educate myself to the fullest. To know everything there is to know about him. To know of the original plan. The plan that mattered. The one he lived for. To make people understand that he wasn't a bad person. To show them he cared.
                A book says, "He wasn't a good man gone bad." Boy is that a lie. If you've seen the things I've seen. Heard the things I've heard you would know just how much of a lie that is.
                Someone confronted me the other day, asking me, "How can you admire a man like that? After the things he did." I simply told them to better educate themselves before asking me questions like that one but inside I longed to tell them the story of when he was only a child. When he held a gun on his best friend for going home. I wanted to tell them about how he told his friend that he really didn't want him to go because he didn't want to be alone. Of how his mother told him he'd rule the world but wouldn't even take care enough to keep him out of traffic or fix him dinner. Of the abuse he endured.
                  I wanted to show them every video of him treating both people and animals alike. Like gold. I wanted to tell them of all his dreams that never got to come true. But I didn't.
                   I regret that now because that's what I could have done for him. Even if it doesn't matter it's what he'd want me to do.
                   He was a man. That's all. He wasn't a god, he wasn't the devil, he was just a man. One who felt pain. One who was terrified of being alone. One who just wanted love and acceptance. One who got onto the wrong path, a man who everyone loved so much that they felt as if they couldn't change him. People act as if he was something of a higher power who had no feelings. No heart.
                   He had feelings. He had a heart. They're gone now but the remnants are still there. And that's why I have to make sure that people know the truth. Know that he was just a man.