We hang with Jake and Mike.
They are our friends.
Just not our boyfriends the
way everyone thinks.
It's okay.
It's easier this way.
At least for now.
Later, when we have
to let them know,
it will be hard.
But we will live
through it, together,
you and I. We will
endure the ridicule.
For our love is real.
As real as any other love
between two people.
Who cares what sex, age
or race we are?
Don't you know?
Love is blind.
A contest entry
- Give Me REAL by Logans-Mommy.
500 points, ended August 27, 2007, 33 entries
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i know how that is.when i finally told my friends they were cool with it




