My best friend
since the fourth grade is gay. Gay as in homosexual, not gay as in
"stupid." I love Chet more than anyone I've ever been friends with and
I'm proud to tell people he's my best friend. He's feisty, sassy, gay,
attractive, funny, sweet, and always there for me. Unfortunately, not too long
ago, I lost Chet from my life completely and it was entirely my fault.
When my
ex-boyfriend broke up with me, I was hit with the harsh reality that I had lost
all of my friends during my relationship. No one asked me to hang out. No one
talked to me. No one ate lunch with me. Even Chet was ignoring me. He was the
most hurt. No matter how much I apologized or tried talking to him, I got
nothing in return. It was obvious I had crossed some sort of line and I felt
horrible because of it.
I met a new boy. Boy as in someone I really like. He’s tall,
funny, cute, and super-duper sweet to a level I’ve never been exposed to before. I told
Chet about this boy and at first he was really happy for me because now I’m
happy… then Chet got upset. I’m sure you can see why he would get upset given my
past actions. I know I’m lucky to have Chet in my life after pushing him away
and I learned my lesson. Boyfriends aren’t always going to be in my life but
Chet has always been there for me so I’m sure he always will be and I will
always be there for him. The moral of the story is gay friends before boyfriends.
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