Forgive Me if I Cry

My name is James, please call me Gray...

Langston Hughes made a poem that reminded me of you Gray.

A lot goes on in the time of your life between fifth and sixth grade. Not many people notice, but I did and so did he. He was not gray. His personality was like a rainbow of neon colors covered with glitter. He was amazing. He was mine all mine.
"Want to learn something new?" Gray asked me
"I always want to learn silly." I replied.
He always taught me the coolest and most usless things. Gray was an amazing teacher. In fact he wanted to be a GT teacher. I always saw Gray as everything he wanted to be. He had so much potential in the world it almost hurt. He taught me how to flip and how to be brave.
"What is the worst that can happen? Once you ask yourself that question you begin to think of bad bad things. So you will now think 'what's the best thing that could come from this?'" He always told me.
Because of Gray I am fearless in all that I do, Gray is owed that. He taught me one thing before he left "Take chances girly. God wouldn't have provided so many of them if we didn't need to use them."

Gray was a tall pale skinned boy that has gray eyes. He was 12 when we last spoke I was only 9 years of age. We met in a park near my elementary school. "My name is James. I am a mutant." He said
"What? there is no such thing as a mutant." I replied
"I'm serious my cells have mutated into a cancer."
I fell silent. What do I say to that? He has cancer! That's so bad what do I say?
"Haha it's fine. You can say whatever. I can tell we are gonna be friends. You've got a lot to learn girly." Gray always seemed to have psychic powers. He always claimed it was god though.

We got to talking and I learned why he also had the nickname of old hitler. He was charismatic beyond belief! All without trying. I was so envious of his talents. "Don't be green girly. I will teach you all I know. I won't be here forever. Well for long so I will teach you what we are here for." He said once

"What do you mean what we are here for?" I asked confused.

He answers with a sweet smile and laugh " You and I are the same. You will be a hero one day. You will save lots of people. Be famous even! I would but I won't be here long."
"You said your cancer wasn't that bad though?" I said.

"It's not. I won't die because I'm a mutant. Haha girly I will die totally by accident. Not sure when but I want to be prepared. So let's get started." He reached out his hand as he rose from the field we had been sitting in and helped me up.
"Lesson one. Remember everyone.
Let's start with me," he cleared his throat and said so sweet and sad I wanted to cry " my name is James, please call me Gray..."