A/N: My first story. Constructive critisism is appreactiated. Kyle's POV.
Oh yeah, and I don't own South Park. Not ever.
Prolouge
This isn't right.
I love him. He loves me. We don't need anything else, do we?
No. But, life doesn't work that way.
I can't choose between my mother and my boyfriend. My mother, who brought me into this world, who nourished me to life, who raised me to be the man I am. My boyfriend, who can keep me from crying myself to sleep, who gives me feelings and sensations I could never feel with anyone else. I love them both. Each, a different kind of love, but love nonetheless. Both have been with me since the day I was born. I thought they would'nt make me do this, but I was wrong.
How can I choose one, but not the other?
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Short and bittersweet. They'll be longer.