James was my best
friend.
James always knew what
to say, James was Smart, James was Funny, and James was gay. He
told me, yep. One day he just said it, like it was nothing,
“By the way I’m gay,” were his exact words. He
didn’t talk much for the next few days. We just laid in the
park. That’s all he ever wanted to do. Just lay there. In
the park. On a rock that was hidden from view. And we just laid
there. Before school, after school, and on the weekends. We just
laid there.
Then he started talking. Not much at first. But he started
talking. We talked about everything. We talked about nothing. We
would talk. Just talk and lay in the park. He told me how hard it
was. He told me how his parents were always at church and always
fighting.
He told me how I was the only one who understood him. And while
we talked and lay in the park. I noticed something. I noticed he
only talked to me. At school everyone loved him. Girls mostly.
But he never talked to anyone. He would sit with his popular
friends, but not talk. Just sit. And he would smile at me on
occasion. And I noticed I would watch the clock until school was
out. So we could go up and lay and talk in the park. But I also
noticed he didn’t like to be seen with me.
And one day I asked him why. And he told me. “Because I
love you,” and he cried. He cried because he couldn’t
show he loved me. Because if he did, he would lose his friends.
He would lose his family. And I hugged him. And He cried.
He told His parents the next day. His mom cried, His dad yelled,
and I held his hand. He couldn’t stand it anymore. And he
ran. He ran into the rain.
And I knew where he was going. And I went there. He just sat
there. Curled up with his face buried between his knees. And I
didn’t know what to say. And I didn’t know what to
do. And I sat with him. And he looked at me. And we just stared.
And he said “I love you” and I said “Me
too”. And He smiled. And I kissed him. And the rain stopped
shortly afterwards. But we were still there. Holding hands.
And when it got late, we went home. And we came through his
window. And we laid there. His arms wrapped around me. And we
were wet, and we were cold, and I said “I love you”
and he said “I love you too” and we fell asleep.
In the morning, he wasn’t there anymore. And I heard
yelling. His parents. They said they were moving next week. They
had to keep him away from me. And they were sending him to a
special school. A school where they would “fix him”.
And he had to leave me behind and never see me again. And I
cried. And left through the window.
He wasn’t at school that day. He wasn’t at school
that week. And I didn’t see James anymore. James loved me.
And I loved him. James parents didn’t. And James killed
himself for these reasons. James was my best friend. And I
… I was his only one.
True story I found. That
is just wrong. I support gays.
♥
