His Best Friend (boyxboy)

His best Friend

I have this one friend. I know him since the first class. He was the coolest boy in primary school, because every brake he played hide and seek with me and sometimes he walked me home from school when I was too scared to go alone.

Later, I didn't like him as much anymore.

One day he stopped walking me home and started to play football with the other boys during brake. When he saw me, he turned and talked to his friends.

When I was eleven, my parents divorced. I didn't want them to tell any of my friends. My mother didn't want to see me sad so she called him. He came and stayed the whole weekend. We laid in my bed, watched Tv and he cried nearly as much as I. For every commercial brake I survived without crying, he let me eat chocolate ice cream. Since then he walked me home again.

The years passed by. He dated some girls and broke up with them again. But I had always been the only one, he would walk home.

In eleventh grade I sat next to him in English. I stared at him. I stared directly into his green eyes and understood what my mother ment as she said that the eyes were the door to your soul. In this moment I wished that he was more than my best friend, but I knew that he didn't want that.

The next year he performed in a school recital. I sat in the first row and smiled at him while he stood in the spotlight. He looked incredible handsome and happy and smiled back at me. In this moment I wished that he was more than just my best friend, but I knew that he didn't want that.

A few weeks later he started to date a friend of mine. Everybody said that they were ment for each other. She was just as beautiful and popular as him. But I was the one he drove home after school everyday. One evening we sat in his car together for a long time. He told me, that he had the best time of his life. I looked into his beautiful green eyes, I knew that he was telling the truth. In this moment I wished that he had the best time of his life because of me. I wished that he was more than just my best friend, but I knew that he didn't want that.

The next day at school, we needed to write about our first love. I knew exactly what I wanted to write... But I couldn't. As I looked at my best friend, I saw him grin at my friend. In this moment I wished that he would write the essay about me. I wished that he was more than just my best friend, but I knew that he didn't want that.

A few weeks later, my friend called me and told me that he broke up with her. As he drove me home the next day, we sat in his car and talked for hours. We talked about our friends, school, music. He told me that he never loved my friend. In this moment, I wished that he would tell me that he loved me. I wished that he was more than just my best friend, but I knew that he didn't want that.

Time passed by. After graduation he wanted to go to Canada. On his farewell party he sat next to me and told me that I was his best friend. I looked into his beautiful green eyes and kissed his cheek. In this moment I wished that he would tell me that he loved me. I wished that he was more than just my best friend, but I knew that he didn't want that.

Time passed by. As he came back, he told me that he met a girl that he wanted to marry. He introduced her to me. As he asked me what I thought about her, I told him that she was beautiful. He He replied that he found the love of his life. Then he turned and walked away. In this moment I wished that I was the love of his life. I wished that he was more than just my best friend, but I knew that he didn't want that.

This day he drove me home one last time. On his wedding I sat in the first row of the church. He stood in the spotlight. Like in the school recital, he looked incredible handsome and happy. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I looked into his beautiful green eyes and knew that his smile was true. In this moment I wished that I would stand next to him on the altar. I wished that he was more than just my best friend, but I knew that he didn't want that.

My best friend moved to Canada with his wife. I stayed at home. Years passed.

Today I sit in the church again. It's his funeral. I found out that he divorced his wife after a few years. Our teacher from twelfth grade had a funeral speech. She said that he could always write wonderful. Then she bagan to read his essay from twelfth grade: "My first love: I never saw this boy without wanting to tell him that I loved him. I look into his beautiful green eyes and wish that he was more than just my best friend, but I knew that he didn't want that..."