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He was lying next to me, and for a few minutes I pretended he was mine. In a sense he was; he was my best friend. But I wanted more. Or at least, I thought I did. Whoever said the teenage years were the best obviously was not a teenage boy struggling with his sexuality in a town too small-minded for it. Even my best friend wanted to “drive out those flamers”…and I was one of them. How would I ever tell him? “Do you ever wonder what it’s like outside this town?” his question caught me off-guard. “What do you mean?” “Do you ever just want to leave?” I thought about it. “I never really t

Letters; insignificant when standing alone. Put together, they form words; inconsequential in meaning when isolated. Words, when knit together, create the very fabric of what makes sense to us; what speaks to the essence of our humanity. When put together in carefully constructed units they can force their way into heart and soul refuse to leave. Units such as implications of deep emotional attachment to another. Implications as such that should not be unleashed unless they are saturated with substance and meaning; for empty, they can have the same effect as if you were to pour the Apocalypse into a bottle and throw it at somebo