Letters

The second day of my freshman year in high school i met a boy named Mike.
He was just a friend of a friend, who became my best friend. I knew Mike was bi. He told people, it wasn't a secrete. He was sweet to me, to everyone. Sometimes, in the winter that year, we would sneak out together. I'd bring blankets and pillows and he'd bring movies and we'd watch movies cuddling in the shed by my house. He understood me, he was, is, and always will be my other half. We never dated or anything but i was in love with him. No scratch that, I am in love with him. Or, her.
Mike went to Colorado that summer to see his mom, and when he did he would message me on Facebook. When one day, i hadn't heard from him in a while and he randomly messaged me saying
'you're my best friend, and i love you so i want to tell you this first.'
that made me nervous, what did he have to say?
I replied with 'i love you too, mike what is it?'
He didn't reply for a while, but when he did he said
'you wont judge me, right?'
'I never could' i replied.
He then proceeded to say three words that changed me
'im a transsexual'
I almost lost it. All of my thoughts of ever telling him, or her how I felt flew out the window.
Regardless, this was my other half here. I supported her, I told her I loved her and i could never judge her. She then said she was happy to have me,so i could teach her about girl stuff.



Today, her name is Maeve. She lives in I think Columbus. Yeah, she moved. I haven't talked to her in months.
But that brings me to now, over thinking in my room. I'm going to Facebook her tomorrow, and tell her everything,
About how much i love Maeve, but miss Mike to death.

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