we are so different when it comes to "best friends". or maybe I should say that men are different. I think that we compete against each other. look at our cars and how we compare cock sizes. maybe this isn't so much my character, but I am subject to all the slings and arrows of it. as a man, i cannot think of any worse than the girl that I love, or even had loved, having sex with my best friend. it threw me into a type of insecure chaos that I don't think women experience so much. men do not trade with their best friends, well at least to my knowledge. and when they do, it's a pretty sure sign that that man does not care very deeply for that woman. now there are exceptions to the rule, as we have both experienced with worm and his girl, and hopefully Bob-o and Tina!
for the most part, you couldn't have hurt me more than you did. i still can't get over it. but i also feel that it is my fault in many ways. had I only known what you were going through. had you felt that you could come to me, it might have all been different. and this is my fault for not letting you know how very special you are, and always will be to me...even if we don't make it.
but that is not an option for us! we will not be defeated so easily, by some unexplainable act of hopeless desperation. I have learned so much about you, and about women. i feel like i am able now to deal with things i could never imagine. i have been hurt. and hurting like this is something I never want to bring upon anyone, especially you my love. Maybe if I had known a pain this deep, I could have seen how you were feeling on the inside, even as I saw your beautiful smile on the outside.
we have learned something very primitave about ourselves, and I think we can move forward, although a bit shakey. this is the path of lovers, as shakespeare points out above. and I will never leave you lonely again.
i love you more than you can know now, but I am ready to show you everything!
I love you baby.
_travislee.
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