Borderline Sane

I knew this boy, this amazing, kind, sweet, hopelessly lonely boy. A boy who was too shy to stand up for who he was. Someone who you could manipulate to be whoever you wanted. This was a boy screaming to be noticed for who he was. He couldn't trust people with who he was, not normal people anyway. I knew him for he was...it took some time to get to know him again, but I knew him. I cherished every moment I had with him. I loved him, as a best friend... a brother... and a lover. But this isn't my story (I don't think this is) and this isn't his story. This is our story