Midnight lovestory

The Tears

Bxb innocent short oneshot. Sometimes you cry because of love. This time he got to love because of the crying.

The Tears

I sat with my head down. It was just one of those days where you simply need to get everything out of your system and you just need to cry for a little while.. but to be honest – I wasn't crying 'just a little'; I was literally bowling my eyes out. It's 3 at night and I was a 22 year old guy sitting on a bench in a public park, crying like a baby. That's a new low even for me. I sat with my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees, so I felt more than heard someone sitting beside me. I was too depressed to care for who'd sit beside me but when a warm hand was softly laid between my shoulder-blades, I started crying even harder. The hand began to stroke me on the back in slow up and down motions but on the third upstroke, it slid all the way up to my shoulder furthest away from the person beside me and grabbed delicately onto my shoulder. I felt the hand tighten its grip and slowly began to pull me closer to the body beside me. I didn't put up much of a fight and I let my upper body be pulled into a warm chest. 'Oh, so it's a man', I thought mindlessly as I leant against broad shoulders with a flat chest and I slowly got wrapped in a tight hug. The warmth the hug produced, had my mouth running on its own; sobs in my voice and tears and snot pouring down my face. And I told him – told him how life was unfair, how I'd loved my best friend for 3 years, how he'd stood by my side when I came out at 16. And how my so-called best friend had kissed me passionately at a party, just to laugh me right in the face as he told me his new college-friends were filming it all. When I was done telling the story, feeling completely and utterly empty, we just sat in silence with me wrapped tightly, protectively in the man's arms. My breathing was ragged from all the crying; his was irregular from a fury, my story had enlightened in him. He gave me a squeeze before he told me that - if this so-called best friend did something like that then he didn't deserve to be friends with a great person like me; that he didn't deserve to be lucky enough to have such great love pointed at him. And for every word that left his mouth, my arms inched closer and tighter around his torso to get and to keep him near me. We sat like that, arms wrapped around each other, me crying, him caressing my back, for a long time. The dark night slowly turned brighter, the empty park slowly got busier, our little bubble slowly received more and more weird looks from passing people.

But now - three years later I'm standing in front of a man in black and white and to my right is 'he' standing in a black tux, and love and nerves shining in his eyes. I smile a big, happy smile and I just know this will last forever; so with tears in my eyes, though a different kind of tears than the tears that started it all, I say confidently, "I do".

December 13th 2016