I met the friend I talked about before about three years ago.
I remenber how I felt when I first saw him.
His face and body had a strong frame, and was wearing bright-colored, not fashionable clothes stately and a straw hat on his head, according to my memory.
He had a unique aura and was giving off powerful energy from his whole body.
I thought, that's it, here comes a queer guy.
Seeing me, he smiled brightly and said hello to me.
We imediately became familliar with each other.
We found that we had the same hobby of movie, and we talked about it a lot. However, we had almost the opposite tastes.
I mainly like heart-warming human dramas.
On the contrary, his main favorites were kind of grotesque, horror, or violent ones.
In spite of the gap, we became very good friend.
Recently he sometimes gave me e-mails. they said he misses hanging out with me. I heard from our common friend that he doesn't come to school at all, so I was worried about him. Maybe he is not in good condition. He said we would have a drink at our common female friend's so I went to her's with worries in my mind. Howenver, when I went into the door, I found him in great condition. He was very cheerful and gave me a little hug. He used to have a feeling that a big energy without exit was squirming inside him, but he had lost the feeling. He looked fresh.
Soon I realized that he spoke dialect of Fukuoka, his hometown, that he didn't spoke when he was with me. He looked very natural and obedient.
Later, he told me that he and the girl were going out. She was the first girlfriend for him in the three years.
It was because he was with her that he didn't come to school.
I was glad that he got the happiness. Off course we are still the same best friends.
Later, he said he didn't know that violence was that disagreeable thing.
