#kellybear

                                              -2001-

Here I was, 17 and completely in love with my best friend, though he didnt know. I mean, he probably knew I loved him, but not in the way I meant. I could never take my eyes off of him. He was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. His Mexican skin tone, though he would always say 'My Sexican skin tone.' I'd always laugh, and he would too, his beautiful smile lighting up the room. We'd been best friends for more than 6 years. He knows me better than anyone, except the fact that I love him, in all the ways possible. 

                                           -2002-

We, my best friend and I, had just come back home, my home to be exact, from the beach. We had a blast, we'd gone swimming and building sand castles, just like we had done back when we were younger. My heart was filled with happiness just thinking back about the day we had. We walked into my room, still getting dryed off a little because we hadnt changed back into our normal clothes yet. He looked beautiful, his chest, his whole body was so beautiful. I could never take my eyes off of him, nor did I want to. I love him so much, and it was getting harder keeping that to myself. He knows the way I look at him is not a way your best friend should be looking at you. Though he never said anything, never.

                                          -2003-

This year I had finally done it, I confessed my love to him. I'd been scared as hell, really. And maybe I shouldnt have, because honestly I have more to lose than ever now. He said the feeling was mutual. I was so happy, I could barely contain the little yelp when he said 'I love you too'. It was a little akward though, I almost couldnt speak properly because I was rambling and then he suddenly said 'I love you'. I practically fell into his arms, and he chuckled and smiled and hugged me and... It was just so perfect! I'm glad I did it. So glad. I dont think I'll ever lose him, we have been together for 8 years now, as best friends or as a couple. Either way, I'll never lose him. I'm planning on not losing him, and I dont think I ever will.

                                             -2004-

Our first year as a couplewas great, loving, some ups and downs, but hey, thats what it is right? I love him and he loves me. Thats all I need. And I love him so much, I plan on doing the next: I want to marry him. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with him, I just know. I may be young, but so is he, why not take that chance now? I'm going for it, I cant waste that time. Wish me luck though..

                                  -Some hours later-

He..He said yes. He actually said yes. I cant believe it. It feels so unreal. Its like reliving that moment from 2 years ago. When he said yes to being my boyfriend. My sweet, loving, caring, awesome, beautiful boyfriend. Only this time it was so much bigger. Im so happy. I gotta go though, he's coming upstairs. I love him so much.

                                           -2007-

We got married, and were still happily married. Though I wonder whats up with my husband. I can now say husband, exciting isnt it? Yes, for me it is. Anyway, sometimes he just doesnt say anything and he looks very pale. Everytime I ask whats wrong he just tells me its nothing but I wont believe it. I know its got nothing to do with me, he's still loving as always. But sometimes he just goes pale and ... Maybe he's just sick. Thats probably it. Nothing more, just a little ill.

                                          -2008-

Turns out I was right. He was.. He is ill. Just not the little bit I thought he was. He has cancer. He has cancer. He's so young and they discovered he has cancer. Its not fucking fair! Not fair. I wont accept it. I just havent yet. He keeps trying to soothe me. I just.. I cant. Im the one who should be soothing him or supporting him, but instead Im the one crying and not getting over the fact that he maybe has one year left. I should be with him now, in bed. He hasnt woken up yet, I dont think he knows Im gone. I want to cry, but in the first few days I found out about.. 'It', I cried enough. I dont have anything left. He looks so tired, these days. That beautiful smile of his I only see once in a few days. He's so tired, but he wont give up the fight, but I think mostly for me. Not just for himself. Which makes me feel guilty, so I get up, and get back in bed with him, wrapping my arms about his beautiful body, falling into a restless sleep.

                                           -2012-

Its been 3 years since he left me, since he left this world. I miss him so much. He held on longer then I thought though. Than we all thought. He looked so tired, so.. lifeless, in those last days. I just wanted him to close his eyes, not make it this painful for himself. But he said it was for me. He wanted to hold on for me.I felt so awful, I told him to close his eyes, rest a little. But he knew as soon as he would do that he would be gone. He didnt want to yet. So, Its not like I could convince him otherwise even if I tried, I accepted it. I just wanted him to close his eyes. My still beautiful husband, I wanted peace for him. I couldnt stand seeing him like that. Though, in only a matter of days, he left this world. I think, this is gonna sound awful, that I felt relieved. Not that he was gone, God no. I miss him so much, I always will, but now he had peace. At last he had peace.

                                    -75 years later-

I waited, so long to be reunited with him. The time has finally come. I can say that I have lived life to the fullest, for the both of us. For a while I thought I couldnt, I shut myself out from the world, but I did it. I dont regret a single thing I did. I'm glad though that now my old day has come, I can be with him again. Which was exactly what happened. I got buried on top of him, my name on his tombstone too now, and so we were reunited again. Our tombstone, both of us still wearing our rings, and our tombstone proudly standing there. Together. Always and forever.

Vic Fuentes -1985-2008.