Dear Best Friend,
I have been thinking of ways to tell you for a very long time now. You are the only person I could trust to tell something like that to and only a couple of hours ago I did. You didn’t react; you gave me strength while I was shaking. Yes, I was shaking, I think you noticed. I feel so much better, no more hiding. I am free, no more strings attached to lies. All those secrets have been driving me mad. I was afraid you wouldn’t understand. I was afraid you would be upset. But you were not. You are my friend, my best friend. Nothing has changed you said. Everything changed for me though. All I couldn’t share will no longer drown me. Look! I’m not suffocating for once! Although I couldn’t breathe when I told you.

You know me better than anyone else. You understand my every move and my every word. You knew I was nervous and you helped me relax. You shared with me something of yours as well. You didn’t have to but you did.

I feel so lucky to be a friend of yours and I feel so stupid for hurting you in the past. Sorry for being a wanker. I promise I won’t do it again.

Love,
Colin

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Written by Colin Brooks on 05.09.05 at 2:53 am.