“Don’t say good bye so fast,” I whispered in his ear. He smiled, with a glorious grin, at me and grabbed my hands. We only had a little time together, but I was glad we had some. With our own places, we could easily get to classes on time, but also, carry on our relationship. No on was watching over our shoulder constantly, and we were away from our parents, one of our few constraints.

We were going to college, two different ones actually, but they were located in the same town. We met quite a while before now, in high school, but we’d grown so close that we had to chose the same place. Even though it meant moving out of the country, we found ourselves here. As if we were meant to be.

Our reason for meeting was we had a friend in common- he ice skated with her, and I danced (ballroom if you wanted to know) with her. At a party of hers, we met, and eventually became friends. She only danced with me a while though, due to her strenuous ice skating training. Together, they would practice six, even more, hours a day. On ice, they were beautiful. More so then I could ever hope to be while dancing.

In high school, I was dealing with my sexuality- I knew I had some sort of attraction to both sexes, but while which I valued more, I didn’t know. At that point, I suspected that I could have been fooling myself into thinking I was into both genders, not just one. But he, he helped me with that.

I would come and watch them skate…it just took some time until he noticed I was watching him intensely. Not ogling, but nearly studying. Checking his movements, memorizing them, searching for them. I tempted myself with asking his partner for a clue on weather there was a possibility or not, but decided against it.

Suprisingly though, he asked me to his house for a party. I met a lot of his other friends there, and afterwards he said if I ever wanted a place to hang out, I could come there. So one weekend, (remember, we were still in high school), I went over to his house to relaxe from my studies and other fatigues. That night, our relationship started.

It continued over time, and I realized he had no interest in women, while I on the other hand, did. He was the constant in my life from there on. He would always be there for me, helping me go in what he believed was the right direction. Even when I would be with a girl, he understood, and let me have my independence, and because of that, I still liked him.

But now, I think it’s more than just a like. No, it’s not love. This relationship isn’t that serious enough, but it would take so much to loose this. Like music, and dancing, and friendship.

My relationship with him is that of an extreme friendship, except, with a little love thrown in.

And now, we can do whatever we want with that love.

Cause now, we’re together…and I don’t see that changing in a long time. I can only wait to see how this love will grow, especially since it came from one of many places.