June 1, 2008
My best friend is getting married. We're talking 12 year olds in Algebra class braiding each other's hair. Evening's spent sitting in front of Monty Python movies eating mint-choco-chip ice cream. Thursday upon Thursday spent in the back of Steve's truck "cruising" the drag. Trying to impress boys and then struggling with the reality of me being gay. Dealing with remaining best friends across the country when I moved in 10th grade. I love her like a sister and like her so much more. She is my family and I'm so incredibly thrilled that she's happy and in love. This moment we fantasized as love-sick teenagers. We've been through so much together and I'll never be able to articulate just how much this moment means.