Belize

Do you remember several years ago, think back to the Belize trip. You were partying with a new piece of man candy and his crew but suddenly started to feel light heated, nauseous, a bit too drunk when you only had one drink? My friends saw him slip GHB into your cocktail and knew then they were up to no good. You made your way off the dance floor headed to the restroom and decided to sit on the sofa on your way there where you passed out. The next morning you woke up in your own hotel room, safe in your bed of white linens, mascara a little smeared, wearing the same lingerie you had on the night before you left to party. Did you ever figure out how you got from Point A to Point B unharmed? Per my request, my friends protected you because of my love for you. All the times you thought you were alone, an angel was watching out for you. Granted I did have a slight crush on you back in the day but knew I was not skinny, flashy or rich enough for your Lost Angeles lifestyle. Really I just lacked the confidence to tell you how I felt because you are out of my league and I wanted a wife, not just a lover and your family would never except us as a gay couple or me as a person due to differences in our social classes or the fact you would never come out of the bisexual closet. I decided rooting our connection in true friendship was important, not just lip service darling, in spite of the betrayals you have known good people do exist. I also helped a drink girl getting out of a cab once on the wrong street of the Upper East Side. She could barely walk, and was wandering onto the middle of York and East 82nd into traffic, being followed by some weird guy on the sidewalk who looked like he was going to attack her. I took her inside and let her sleep on my sofa until she woke with a hangover in the morning, much like yourself. Funny thing is I don’t even remember her name. You however, I will never forget but I thought it best to conceal my feelings for you for the sake of our friendship. What can I say darling; I am over protective of people I care about but as the oldest of my siblings it comes with a naturally inherited responsibility to watch out for the well being of others, which can also be a burden at times. Well that and I became a Life Guard for the American Red Cross at age 10, guarding people is my thing, kind of like a cute, chubby, waterproof bull dog. My oh my aren’t you the lucky one? 😉 I think our families were friends in a past life but I do not think we will be seeing each other again in this one any time soon. Just wanted to fill in the piece of the puzzle you never could, as this is one of many examples of close calls I saved your ass or pulled strings to protect you that you always wandered about. Now you know what I never told you. Not that it matters since you broke my heart when you married someone else but cest la vie. Regardless, I still wish you love on Valentine’s and every day of the year. 🦋