When I first saw him I thought he was a girl. I was instantly in love. He had the demeanor of a puppy. He was soft and slender, when I smelled him or rubbed against him I felt whole. We actually shared a lot of interests, and had complimentary personalities. We were a great team. We always knew where the other was going in conversation, and made each other laugh constantly. Being with him felt like being in the writers room for South Park, that was our humor. I loved him. When I finally spoke about what had been in the air for the past few years, he rejected me, not harshly but it hurt none the less. I tried to accept it and be a good friend, but I couldn't stop loving him and it wouldn't stop hurting. One day after being apart for a while, we saw each other again, I was with my toxic faggot older boyfriend at the time, and you want to know what happened? They made out in front of me. Both of them knew how I felt and they did that shit. I left with my "friend" and said I thought he was straight. He got embarrassed and acted confused and cornered and said "Uhh, I uh, thought it would be funny". Fucking douchebag(s).