My Dear Special Guy,
There is no poem or song or letter that could fully describe our special time together. In fact, I’ve been staring at this cursor for ages and nothing seems to come up. Well actually I have millions of things to say but could not figure out where to start. Let me do this the simplest way, chronologically.
The moment I saw a glimpse of your golden hair, I felt like thousands of needles were prickling my chest and could not hold my excitement. Your face were surprisingly fresh for someone who had no sleep nor food, and someone who have witnessed filthy snort rockets fired inches away from his shoes. It was divine to see your eyes twinkle as you smiled the first time towards me just before you gave me a huge hug. It was a day I thought would never happen since that day I sent you off after our two day adventure. The joy of seeing you again is beyond words.
From that day on, we’ve been inseparable. Well, except for the hours you spent in the toilet and me in the kitchen. Oh how I love cooking for you. I love the smile on your face and the kisses you give me every single time I come up with a tray of food. It’s like having an adorable puppy up in my veranda that’d bark ever so sweetly and wiggle his tail every time I come up with food. Sorry for the metaphor, I just can’t describe it better than that. And our sit-smoke-and-chat is the most romantic part of the evening. Or rather the most explicit segment of the show since we’ve became the local soft-core gay show airing every after dark and before noon. The dry humping and gayest kisses ever shown in that simple town. Poor folks. I can only imagine the relief in the mother’s and father’s faces when we left town. How safe they must feel again about their children. But who gives a f*ck about what they feel, we were happy. We’d sit so comfortably legs twisted together in the most awkward way while we light each other’s cigarettes. You’d torture me with your hilarious stories and impersonations. You make me laugh so easily and without a break. No wonder my father had to shut us up every night and remind us about the sleeping neighbors.
These not stop nightly chats even made my mother question how we seem to never run out of things to talk about. Then she’d occasionally remind her dear daughter that you would leave soon and make me sad. She’d then ask for a grand-daughter, specifically with blond hair and blue eyes just like yours. How lovely to have a mixed race baby girl. Then I’d wake her up from her fantasy and remind her that I’m a man. But we did entertain the idea and bought a pregnancy test to be sure. It was negative. How sad.
Though we can’t really expect that either of us could be pregnant since we both had issues with our Whoo Hooo since day one and only at the last week did I start feeling better down there. Oh I could never forget how creative we were on finding alternatives to do the deed. I would not be surprised if I’d end up with ear infection if my problem down there never went away. We would have definitely tried it.
Everything went well enough, at least not worse than you being quiet and giving me a stern look and a nasty comment and finally scowls a demeaning demand for reassurance once in a while. In my opinion I dealt your occasional grumpiness impressively. You must admit that. Perhaps it was my charming smile and cute firm arse. I was like the beautiful maiden who tames the giant. Metaphor alert!
I will never forget you. Here’s a list of things and people I will always associate with you:
Department store sales ladies and flight stewardess (Silent Hill)
Skinny Dipping at the beach
My mom’s salads
Solitaire and Brandy
All about Ireland
Above all these “sleeping” would remind me of you most because I’ve never slept so easily with another human being aside from you.
Despite all the romance between us I know my bounds. I have accepted from the start that this will not last long. It’s like a shooting star in the starry sky. Like a fleeting beauty that will never last. One can only enjoy these seconds of bliss and accept its impending end. I shall not regret the times we spent together. Although I know that I am not the only guy you call honey or baby. Nor will I entertain the dilution that we are exclusive and there are no other guys you shared the same special moments with. I am not the only guy you send sweet and naughty messages to. I understand the nature of the situation. You did not break my heart, rather, you mended it.
But like anything amazing this had to end. You had to leave. I had to kiss you goodbye. My silence could only convey the million things running through my head. Will I ever see him again? Will he remember me? What relation will we have when he leaves? Will we stay friends? To… Did we leave something important at home? How quiet will it be without him? What will I tell my mom about the grand kid she asks from me? I can write a thousand more questions after this but it will be pointless to be trapped in the past. I had to move on.
You will stay special in my heart forever. I will never forget you. I love you. If not how one loves his partner then how one loves a dear friend.
Your Friend from across the world,