Nowhere We Can Hide

When the days are cold

When the days are cold

And the cards all fold

And the saints we see

Are all made of gold

There are some people in this world who are lucky enough to meet that one person who will change their life for the better. His friends teased him mercilessly when they found out that he liked this certain guy. The teasing was mostly harmless because they never really believed he was actually serious. But he was! Serious, that is. And now his friends are just embarrassed for him. 

One of his friends even asked him privately, are you gay? When the question was met with silence, his friend added in a hopeful tone, bisexual? As if that was slightly better than being gay. However, he can't call himself himself any of those labels.

Zee just likes Saint, okay? Only Saint. So... Saintsexual?

Another friend had asked, why do you like Saint so much? 

And Zee had replied, "What's not to like about Saint?"

Does liking someone have to have a list of reasons, placed in a spreadsheet with columns for the pros and cons? Is there a formula in which X number of pros minus X number of cons divided by the number of qualities equals to Okay, you're good enough or Nah, never mind?

Zee has none of that.  When he sees Saint, he feels happy.  It's as simple as that. 

When they became friends, fuck... Zee still can't believe his luck. Is the universe playing a trick on him? Sometimes he's afraid to close his eyes and find out this has all been a dream.