My Best Friend Moriah

Many people will come up when asked to talk about people who are affecting my life. However, there is something that stands out especially, and he has helped me in various ways over the past four years. This person is my best friend, I believe in my life. Her name is Moria, a story about how we made friends and how she will affect my life. In my opinion, this is one of the most important parts of my life.

In my life, I was always fortunate to be surrounded by my best friends from my parents and brothers, her family on the street, and my best high school, supporting and loving people. My friend in college, all the fighting partners in the military, Korean soldiers I am working in - I can not help but I have the privilege of having such a wonderful human weapon I am surprised that they have unconditional love and infinite care for me. And life is a constantly expanding path of change, and to this approach, and sometimes in an unexpected way, I have to say a lot of good parting to many good people. Sometimes these farewells are better than others, but I often understand fully in the next thing - the next chapter - I fully understand what I have in front of me Forgot.

My best friend was gay when I was a high school student. To this day, one of them is still one of my best friends. He is one of the wonderful people I have ever met in my life. Of those two, he was a man who did not "go out" when we went to school. One of our best friends knows that his mother knows what he knows (luckily it supports), but nobody does that. It is not well understood. Another friend, Andy came out and was proud. I did not know he was absolutely fucking up. This is the early 1990s. We live in a very small southern town in North Carolina. What I feel proud of going out is about the worst thing you can do, except that it is in a race relationship. I do not hate fucking it. The third bad thing you can do is me. I call it "fag hag". I dislike words I dislike as much as I do not like fucking.