I realized that when you become friends with the person you romantically admire, you are going to make stupid mistakes. But of course, I would not know, because if I did, hahaha, I would never be in this position writing about him right at this moment. It is forbidden, I know, to marry the same sex right now. My parents will disown me, my friends will leave me, and I will live by myself without any help or, love. I know fully that it is forbidden, is what I am trying to communicate with. But just dreaming about him, makes me feel, somehow comforted, just like a running through the fields after basketball practice. Oh yeah, I recall meeting him while basketball sign-up. He is tall, muscular, but with a, rather questionable, haircut. Actually, thinking about his haircut, I think I was really drowned by his face that I did not even acknowledge his choppy, messy, and just poor-looking hair. Maybe I am just really delusional, that I cannot even see his negative side, focusing on his positive side. Anyways, it was the start of spring of 1995 about the end of March. Snow was still abundant, and it was as cold as showers in the morning. I did not really think much about him that day. Just another handsome no, rather a, never mind. The point I am trying to reach out is that, he was just another man who I thought was handsome. At least I hoped so.
August 3, 1997, 18:05
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RomanceBased on true events, like what happened to me. New update every 1-3 days depending on how fast I can write.
