My Best Friend

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 friends went to college together and my best friend came to Korean soldiers who worked with me as a military fighter of mine. Unconditional love and infinite care for me. And, life is a constantly expanding path of change, sometimes looking at this approach in an unexpected way, so I have to say goodbye to many good people. Sometimes these farewells are better than others, but often I will accept the next step - the next chapter - I forgot to fully understand what I have in front of me .

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 most 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. Our other best friend knows that his mother knows (and well thanks support for it), but no one is doing it. It is not well understood. Our other best friend, Andy, came out and was proud. I did not know he was absolutely fucking up. This is the beginning of the 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 as much as I hate and hate this word.

There is no limit between love and hatred. This is the same thing. Now I decided to call it hatred. I hate her. She is my best friend, but I dislike her courage. That just means I love her courage, she is my best friend. There is no row. Finally, I will go back inside. I stayed outside for a while and did not cause doubt about our fight among our friends, but it was enough to make my wife uncomfortable. Our friends do not notice that I know that they are suckling weeds. And most of them want to smoke or smoke. I returned to the party. My wife saw me, but she smiled really, and even lifted a little temptation to her right eyebrow. Maybe I love her. She is very beautiful. She came toward me, and I was incomplete. She leaned against my body, I kissed her forehead, her lips lifted my cheek ... Kiss?