we have been friends for as long as I can remember, I don’t even know how many years we spent together. People would always find us a strange item because of our differences; they were always surprised when they found out how close we are. You have always meant everything to me, you were the one constant factor in my turbulent life.

We have been through so much together, there isn’t a milestone in every person’s life that we didn’t go through together, every milestone was marked by the other’s presence.
You were there for me when my mom left. I don’t remember very much of that, we were still little kids, but I remember your arms around me and your soothing voice.

I was always welcome at your warm home when I was alone or when Melvin was being unreasonable. You sometimes stayed at my place for a week if your mom was being overprotective again, smothering you, not giving you any privacy.

We went to primary school together and we both hated Dickie Jackson because he thought he meant the world. We would make fun of him, we even made a song about how silly he really was. We built camps and made plans and we promised each other we’d stay together forever and we’d always be each other’s ‘bestest’ friend.

We went to high school together, keeping our promise, and you told me about your first love. You also came to me when he broke your heart, for which I will never forgive him (and I hope he still feels it in his balls), but you did not ignore me during those blissful months that you were a couple (well, to you they were).

We did so much mischief, we lied for each other and we would always confirm one another’s story. Teachers would always ask you if I had indeed been somewhere because they knew how likely it was that you knew. Or they didn’t, because they knew you’d have my back.

I told you about my feelings for women and how scared I was, but you didn’t drop me. It was the greatest relief in my life. Later you told me you felt the same thing, only you were also interested in men. We went to college together, but we didn’t see each other as much because of our different classes and different schedules. I remember we’d call each other all the time and it really hurt not to spend as much time together. We couldn’t imagine what would have happened if one of us hadn’t got into Yale. It would have been a disaster.