Friends

Jason Rimbaud

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Lance shifted his gaze towards his two best friends, Justin and Scott. He creased his forehead together as he tried to differentiate the two. Lately, if you saw one you saw the other, joined at the hip without being overly annoying like most couples. Never a fan of public displays of affection, they were subtle about their love, showing it in little ways, a glance, a touch, a blush, a steady showing of love that only a blind person would miss.

Lance felt a sudden surge of love for his friends. Without their knowledge, their relationship was the catalyst that pushed him over the edge and helped him find the courage to propose to Shelia. They were the true testament of love’s perseverance and understanding; and maybe more importantly, love’s forgiveness.

The two boys were sitting together, so close as to be on top of one another. They were holding hands, something they just started doing a few weeks earlier; an unconscious display of love that Lance thought was cute.

Scott noticed the staring and mouthed, “What?”

Lance smiled. “I love you.”

Scott winked with a smile, his fingers brushing the back of Justin’s hands tenderly.