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((I wrote this out of inspiration. It's a friend's inner struggle. Tell me what you think.))

Some say love is a wonderful thing that happens between a man and a woman. A special feeling of unselfish feeling of affection towards a member of the opposite sex. I don't think that way. Perhaps it is that, to some extent. The unselfish feeling of affection towards anyone. It could be woman from a man, or man from a woman. But it could aslo be from a woman to another woman, or a man to another man, as in my case.

To love someone is to feel their every heartbeat with your's; to feel their very body next to your's, when they're not around; to think of them constantly, and wishing to never be apart from them. Loving someone for who they are on the inside, not on the outside. Reguardless of their skin color, weight, height, or organs pertaining to sexual intercourse.

I love, as does everyone at one time or another. I love, what I cannot have. I love a man, who lives several thousand miles away. I love a man, who loves another. By text book definition, it is called unrequited love, and it is the most painful form of love. Some may dispute that statement, but they have never loved another like I love him. No one ever will.

To see him, I would drag myself through hell's gates, and into the deepest pits of hell. Sell my soul to the devil himself, if only to have five minutes where we could share the deep love I have for him. Though, I cannot do such a thing.

Instead, I will sit by, and watch him commit himself to some which I am sure do not deserve him. I will try to help him find the perfect man, to which he can commit himself in every way forever and after. I will pray to the heavens above, to any god that may exsist, and beg that they steer him towards myself, and finally return my love for him. I will be the best friend I can, and refuse to let him think any less of himself, no matter what he does.

I am the friend, that will assist him out of the hole he has dug himself in life. I will help him dig it, if he prefers. And when we are too deep for us to get out together, I will lend him my shoulder, and let him leave the confines of that hole, which darken each day, and let only a small glimmer of light, hope, shine through. I will stay in that hole, and watch him from below, as he either digs another hole for himself, or stands on the mound of dirt we have created, proclaiming his happiness, and contentness with the world around him. I will stay in that hole, forever more, if need be.

I am the friend, that will climb the mountain alongside that man, and offer him my rope when he has no more, letting myself fall to the rocky waves below. I will start again, in my life, with a new rope, and a new attempt at life, as I watch him climb ever higher towards the final destination at the top, with ever lasting love waiting for him at the top. The perfect man.

I will be his guardian, both spiritually, and physically, for as long as he needs me, protecting him at cost of my own body, despite his indifference towards me. I will lurk in the shadows, if he cannot know of me, protecting him when he requires it, only to return to those dark confines, never to be seen by him, or recieve the recognition of being the one that saved his life.

Thats pretty cool G.