I didn't think I'll ever bring my stuff out the truck to my first apartment, but with Kyle anything is possible.
He hefted my luggage to my room one by one without breaking a sweat.
Blank canvas.
Water paints.
Action Figures.
Kyle was bringing my mattress up the stairs until it slip out his hands.
He got by its edge and was lifting it up.
“Will you please just give me a hand?” he said
"I can't," I said, "I'll break my back, but I know you can do it."
I don't know what I'll do without my best pal.