Re: Undying love for my best friend...please read(long)
Hey what's up guys? Hope your Christmas holiday was cool.
I got at my parents for Christmas. I got several calls from Andy on X-mas Eve...I walked Dante by the beach and he loved it. Andy called some more.
While I was doing last minute shopping he called me to tell me his tooth was killing him and he was in so much pain..(he had a long history of pain with that tooth, but he has no insurance so he never went) So he asked me if he could use some of the money I gave him for his tooth..I told him to just go, why is he just spending hours in pain..to go get it fixed...and he did for 250 dollars.
Eve came and went and I started to get sick, so I wound up staying at my mom's house for about three extra days. My parents' loved having me back as you can imagine...they felt like they had their son back..they even begged me to come back and live there. I kindly said um no lol.
They both fell in love with Dante. I mean they have seen Dante over the years but never really spent so much time with him. And Dante was real cute...they gave him a doggy X-mas stocking which he ripped open and spread all his toys everywhere and was playing while we were unwrapping our gifts.
I called Andy Christmas Eve and his girl picked up...yapping on for abou 15 minutes. I was really not interested in talking to her at all. She said Andy was in the shower..and said Andy's friend had come over and was hanging out with them for X-mas...sometimes I think she mentions all this to get under my skin. She knows how me and Andy are torn up about no seeing each other for the holidays.
Andrew called me the next few days almost 24-7. We talked about how down were were, etc. On Christmas Eve Andrew was oddly mad at me for some reason. He made a comment like, when are you coming out here so I can see you? I told him I would see him soon. He asked when I am coming out there to live...and I said I dont know. I told him it seems like our lives are moving on in different directions...and then he dropped a "Well I hope you are coming to my wedding in June..."
My heart felt crushed

. I mean I knew this day would come but it just hi me hard. He said its going to be June 15 and at some small restaurant and that her folks are paying for it. Oh....and its in NYC.
The next day he brought his wedding up again..and I told him, rather selfishly, that I really dont even think I can come to the wedding, that Im not happy with it. I know...a dumb thing to say...an he took it bad, and got down.
Before I made my comment he was talking about how picking his best man was difficult because if he picked me(liked he promised me several times) that other people would be jealous and not understand anything..I told him to go with his heart and do what he feels like..so it got me mad a little that he was worried about other people's reactions to me...
That night he told me he was just angry and going through shit and he didnt mean to say any of that. He kept professing to me his problems saying how he cant live without me..and cant move on without me..how his girl is dull and his other friends never want to do the simple things he lieks to do. He said everyone seems to be a fake out there.
I told him that I wanted to go see a therapist in the new year as I have problems of my own and wanted to talk to somone. He goes you dont need a therapist, you can talk to me, etc.
He said so what, you have a few extra pounds...so what?...You are still in love with me...so what???? I have BIGGER problems....
So Im thinking, what the hell does he have thats bigger than that

..after pecking at it, he just mentioned the same shit. How he cant live without me, etc. I told him to look foward to his wedding and hes like fuck that shit, Im not even involved in planning any of it..I dont even care anymore. Im numb and I dont give a shit.
The next day we talked more about therapy and he said the same thing...Brian your in love with your best friend, big deal...I have bigger problems.
I finally came home..and I was able to talk to Andy a little better without anyone hearing me. We talk and talk and talk. He tells me the same deep shit.
Our talk eventually goes to songs, entertainment, etc. We just talk and talk...gay shit comes up..we talk about Nick Lachey....Jessica Simpson....etc.. He goes what I wouldnt give to have those lips around my cock...I go who Nick Lachey??? Hes like BRO!!!! Jessica Simpson you ass...and then he starts to say how he doesn't like that because he is homophobic...I go bro..no offense..I dotn think you are homophobic....you talk abou gay shit with me all the time and your best friend....your brother i gay. So whatever. You are not homphobic I tell him. In fact a few minutes earlier in thecall, before he said this, he told me how cool it was to have a gay best friend and how we can talk about anything.
He said he wants to come home to NYC. He realizes he cant live without me and now wants to come home. He moves into his new apt Friday and he doesn't want to stay there another year. He now OFFICIALLY wants to come back home.
I talked to him about therapy once again..and he goes...Brian do you still have those felings that you used to have...and I go what do you mean? He goes I dont even want to bring it up, but you know what I mean...anyway he kept going on and shit and just got me down and I said I had to go..Ill talk to him soon.
TTYL-Vegas