The Best Man

Bros before Hoes

We had spent many summers together, he and I, fantasizing about anything -nothing in particular, to be exact. I may dare to say there is no secrets between us. He knows that I love him; he's my best friend, and I couldn't ask for anyone better in my life. And because of those reasons, because I want him to be happy, I'm keeping silent while I see him get married tonight. 

We have grown into mature adults; all these years didn't break apart, and just because I'm in love, I won't ruin his life. The decision has been made, obviously. Whatever has happened, in the past is being left; no need to stir the pot more than needed. Whatever happened was just the result of a confusing time, and we've realized (well, since I'm being honest, I realized) that the feelings weren't mutual. And I had to let go.

It hurts today more than any other day, but I can't let my silly heart fog my vision; I can't allow myself to destroy his happiness. He is my best friend, and I am crazy in love with his minutes-to-be wife. Whatever happened between she and I, no one ever will find out, because I love his friendship more than his woman. I guess no one will understand the bond that he and I have; we've been through s**t since our diapers times, pun intended. And I stand there next to him, the best man.

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