Gay love stories

Brian was my best friend, he always knew what to say. He was Smart, Funny, and gay! He told me, yep. One day he just said it, like it was nothing, “By the way I’m gay,” were his exact words. He didn’t talk much for the next few days. We just layin the park. That’s all he ever wanted to do. Just lay there, in the park. On a rock that was hidden from view. And we just lay there. Before school, after school, and on the weekends. We just lay there.

Then he started talking, not much at first. But he started talking. We talked about everything. We talked about nothing. We would talk, just talk and lay in the park. He told me how hard it was. He told me how his parents were always at church and always fighting.

He told me how I was the only one who understood him. And while we talked and lay in the park. I noticed something, that he only talked to me. At school everyone loved him, girls mostly. But never talked to anyone. He would sit with his popular friends, but not talk,just sit. He would smile at me occasionally. I noticed I would watch the clock until school was out. So we could go up and lay and talk in the park. Most importantly I also noticed he didn’t like to be seen with me.

One day I asked him why? And he told me. “Because I love you,” and cried. Cried because he couldn’t show he loved me. Because if he did, he would lose his friends and lose his family. I hugged him and he cried.
He told his parents the next day. His mom cried, his dad yelled, and I held his hand. He couldn’t stand it anymore,  he ran. He ran into the rain.

I knew where he was going, and I went there. He just sat there curled up with his face buried between his knees. I didn’t know what to say. And I didn’t know what to do. I sat with him and he looked at me. And we just stared. He said “I love you” , I said “Me too”. He smiled and I kissed him. The rain stopped shortly afterwards. But we were still there. Holding hands.

When it got late, we went home. Came through his window. And we lay there. His arms wrapped around me. We were wet, we were cold, and I said “I love you” he said “I love you too” and we fell asleep.

In the morning, he wasn’t there anymore. And I heard yelling. His parents! They said they were moving next week. They had to keep him away from me. They were sending him to a special school. A school where they would “fix him”. And he had to leave me behind and never see me again. I cried and left through the window.

He wasn’t at school that day. He wasn’t at school that week. I didn’t see Brian anymore. Brian loved me. I loved him too. Brian's parents didn’t! Soon after-wards Brian killed himself for these reasons.
Brian was my best friend. And I … I was his only one