Dear Troy,
Why does love come from the strangest places?
Everything we have started as a 'fling'.
It meant nothing.
Some mutual physical attraction we had.
A brush of hands in the hall.
A meaningful wink after class.
A ruffle of the hair.
Then everything got crazy.
Touching, kissing, holding, spinning wildly out of control.
Faster and faster to the point of breaking.
I thought I was going to break.
I thought I wouldn't recover.
I was right.
Then we were caught.
A touch hot flesh to hot flesh.
A simultaneous moan.
A beautiful melody of gasps and pants.
A beautiful night of making love.
So when you're girlfriend walked in the next morning.
What were we to do?
I wanted to die in that moment.
You basically said that you wouldn't mind.
Life sucks, huh?
We started as best friends.
Friends from the start.
Friends became so much more.
Then we weren't.
Friends nor lovers.
Because of her.
She asked you what you were thinking?
You said that I tricked you.
That I pulled you into my faggish ways.
Well Troy.
Guess what?
You won't have to worry anymore.
Life goes on.
Sometimes life ends.
I'm not going to make you choose.
So, you can go on loving your girlfriend.
I understand.
Really, I do.
I was just your best friend that wanted too much.
I don't mind.
Just... do something for me?
Be happy.
Go on with your life with no regrets.
I regret nothing.
Because I got to know you.
That much more.
And that.
That was worth the world.
I really did love you.
I still do.
I'll never stop.
Not even when I'm gone.
And when I'm singing with the angels.
I'll think of your song.
The one you would sing to me.
I love you Troy Bolton.
Even if you don't notice me anymore.
I will always love you.
Love, Chad.
Troy put the letter down. He lost Chad. All because he was ashamed to be gay.
Chad killed himself.
Troy fell to the floor sobbing.
His heart never did recover.
Spinning, spinning farther out of control to the point of breaking.
Troy's life ended just with the knowledge of Chad's death.
A tragic love.