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Diary entry number 27- Him
I knew him from high school, we were really inseparable, high school was part of my best memories of my life really, it distracted me from what was happening at home, obviously no teacher cared if i came home bruised up or crying since i remember, but he cared, i didn't really liked people in general but with him, i felt safe.
But you know, we were dumb teenagers and hand dumb fights, so we stopped talking, still, i didn't hated him and i am not sure if he also didn't really hated me.
I used to think of him sometimes, even when i was with my wife, i am sure a horrible person.
I told my dad once, about him, never again, i ended up with a black eye.
"You are a fucking sinful faggot" he told me while my mom was crying and begging him to stop.
I loved my wife really, but, it felt like my heart belonged more to him.
I am horrible, that's maybe one of the reasons she left me.After both my friend and my wife left me, i didn't had any interest in anyone else anymore, why would i? All the people are fucking the same, they meet you, they say they like you and they leave you after you open up to them.
My neighbor still, seemed like a really kind person, i never considered him a friend because, well, he was being just kind to me, out of pityness.Then all of this started, on the news i saw the face of a man. He looked... Familiar. I couldn't remember where i have seen his face before.
Then one day, then one day, i heard a knock on my door, i looked through the doorknob and.
I jumped.
"What the hell was that?" I said to myself.
I looked again and, it was him.
But he looked odd, i had no time to think more about it. I would think about it later.
It told me poetic things, like him and then it asked me if i was alone, i wasn't, it walked away, annoyed.After that, and after two people knocked on my door and let them in, i walked to my bedroom, to sleep.
I hate to admit it, but i started crying to myself.
Still, when i had found him again, it wasn't really him, it could never be him again, things couldn't be the same again.
Why i felt sad by such pathetic thing?
Every moment i passed with him.
It didn't mattered at the end.End of the entry.