Secrets give us hope. Sometimes they keep us hanging on for our own destruction. Other times they allow us to be patient enough for the good things in life. During our elementary years, Juan and I became friends. He was my tutor and my shoulder to cry on. I had my baes but he has always been best guy friend. He is one of those sweet guys who are smart and funny but they don't get much attention. The rest of the jocks got the girls but he had one of them. He isn't one of those handsome guys. He still has his baby face and hasn't had abs in a million years. Is he my destruction or part of the good in life?All Rights Reserved