'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal

4th July, 2006. 8:57 pm. An Old Friend

This is a forlorn hope...

Someone who used to be my best friend blanked me the other day. We caught eyes, I smiled, and he turned his head. I think this is a real shame.

Admittedly, Rob and I did something that upset him, and it was something that we knew would upset him. At the time, it was very difficult for us to make the decision, but we made it and I'm glad we did. Rob and I are together, happy, and in love because of that decision we both made. Rob and I were meant for each other and regrettably on the way, we hurt him. I'm not proud of it, but it had to be done.

I'm not excusing what we did, but neither am I apologising. Rob and I weren't the innovators of the best friend love triangle: it's happened uncountable times before and after. I just miss my best friend.

I never hated Andy and I wish that Rob and I could have got together without hurting him. Deep down, I'm sure he knows that, and if I could, I'd love to rekindle a friendship with him. I really hope that he is happy, and enjoying life. I really hope that he hopes the same for me, but after his blanking of me over the weekend, I suspect the opposite.

Incidentally, the last I heard from him was when he threatened by text that if I ever saw him again that I should 'run the other way'. I didn't, and he didn't do anything to make me. Perhaps this is progress? Perhaps some day, he'll contact me: my email, my blog, my mobile, my gaydar profile - there'll all the same. I'm not a difficult person to find. Perhaps one day.

Have fun,

M x

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