I'm not gay.
I just love him.
I'll never love anybody but him.
Sometimes I wonder if he feels the same way.
But then I realize it's impossible.
Because he has her.
She's everything he could ever want.
Beautiful, funny, smart, talented.
All the things I'm not.
And it kills me to see them together, everyday.
Giggling, and holding hands.
I fake a smile, a laugh, every day.
I can't go on, knowing he'll never love anybody but her.
And I'll never love anybody but him.
What's the point?
I'll die, I'll fade away.
And I'll never feel the pain again.
The pain I get from seeing him with her.
I've tried easing the pain.
But I can never keep my mind off him...
The visions of them together creep back into my mind.
And I can't take it.
I'll die now.
I'll be at peace.
I'll close my eyes, and slip away.
To a place.
A place where I can be alone.
And never face the pain again.
Nobody can stop me.
I'll always love him.
He'll always love her.
This is the way it has to be.
I love you, Stan.
-Kyle