A/N: Just something I wrote…. I think it needs some help and you can help me with that!

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Since the day we met, we shared a deep hatred for each other. He was a straight republican. I was a lesbian democrat. We were too different people and we would never be friends.

We worked at the same firm. We saw each other everyday, sending the other not so friendly glares.

We each had different views on how life should be lived. We each had different views on how life on this plant came to be. We were different. And we could never be friends.

We both were in between apartments. We hadn’t discovered we were home to next. I didn’t want to pay too much for home (I loved shoes more). He didn’t want to spend too much for a place he was only staying thrice a week. He had a broken family three hundred miles away that would call for a bigger apartment but he didn’t care. He got what he wanted and that was that.

My friend had decided that we should move in together in a house out side of the big city so his shattered family could visit a little and I would have a bigger space to store my shoes. It took some persuading but we bought a house. Together.

Yes, we fought. Yes, he thought that I should go to hell. Yes, he brought some of his views inside the house. Yes, I changed a little. No, I’m still looking for a woman to settle down with. Yes, he too is looking for a love but right now we are sharing a house. Together. Yes, his wife accused him of cheating. Yes, I told her I was gay. Yes, she said I couldn’t breathe the same air as her children. Yes, I called her a bitch. Yes, he apologized that he ever married such a stuck up whore. Yes, I changed him a little, too. Yes, I have come to love him like a brother I never had. Yes, I have come to be an awesome aunt to his two little kids. Yes, I have come to love this life.

He told me today that he is happy too. For the first time in a while he said. He told me everything about his life with his ex-wife. He told me about her sleeping with the gardener. He told me about finding a letter from the gardener to his wife telling her it had to be over. He told me he never cried for the loss. I told me he had to or he would feel the ache in his heart forever. He cried that night. I cried, too. For the woman I had lost ten years ago.

We became best friends. A conservative and a liberal. A straight man and a lesbian woman. A Christian and an Atheist. A divorcee and person looking for love. A golf lover and a shoe lover. We became best friends. Together. We were just what the both needed.

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