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Well, that was one of the last times Champ and I made love. It was a night that still hangs in my memory like it just happened yesterday, not two years ago. The words we spoke to each other, our promises of endless love and friendship, are mere thoughts now. We haven't spoken to each other, or written, or even e-mailed one another since a month after Champ moved. I don't know what happened, I guess time got in our way. We both seem to have gotten busy with our lives away from each other.
There are often nights that I lie awake, aching to hold him close to me, but they are only dreams. Dreams of a time, and dreams of a place only now existing in my mind. I catch myself often wondering if we really loved each other. I reason with myself that we did. I reason with myself, we loved each other the best and only way we knew how. It was a love only we understood, and a love only we felt, but it was love.
I've made some new friends in the past few years, and I've kept Dane and Robert close to me as well. As much as a pain in the ass Robert can be, there is a familiarity with him, a level of comfort exists for me when the three of us `old' friends get together.
One of my new friends is named Carl, but we all call him Buddy. I affectionately call him Budah. I have such a crush on him; it's almost pathetic. He's straight, but who knows, maybe someday he'll come around. I can only hope. He lives across town, but has his own car. So we hang around together as often as we can. He knows I'm gay, I told him, and he doesn't seem to mind.
The only thing I regret about my life so far, is not being totally comfortable with who I am. Although, I often wonder if it is me that is uncomfortable with who I am, or me being uncomfortable, with what others think. Perhaps it isn't me, and it's them. You know? I mean after all, there are an awful lot of people like me, we can't all be wrong.
Life goes on here in Mayfield, just like every other little town sprinkled across the globe. Nothing spectacular ever seems to happen, at least nothing more spectacular that happens anywhere else. I have a year left of high school and no idea what I'm going to do after, I just know I'm going to leave Mayfield. Buddy and I have talked about getting an apartment together, but it's just talk.
Sometimes, it feels like I'm just walking through life. It's almost as if I don't notice things around me. It's been that way since Champ moved two years ago. Hopefully someday, I'll find someone else to give my heart and soul to. I hope when I do, it's forever.
Well, that's my life. Thanks for reading my story.
Oh and on a little side note, Linda Dailey, remember her. Well, I got the last laugh; she got in the motherly way this past summer. She's alone, the guy, a football player, just walked off the field, another notch in his jock strap. She never talks to me anymore.
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