bijoumikhawal:

It’s like. Oh we are the closest of friends. I am apart of you and you are apart of me now because we have seen each other through the horrors of war and I have watched you loose the shiny innocence you had when we first met. We have the energy of a vaudeville duo and constantly talk in metaphors and everything is performance, performance, performance, because preforming insanity hides the reality of it and open faced honesty about what we are could ruin us. The war is over now and I am going home. You are going to be with your woman now. I said goodbye to you but you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same to me. And every gay person who watches this is convinced you are going to crawl to my house across thousands of miles if that’s what it takes just to see if I’m okay, likely after your relationship has fallen apart. And then we fuck nasty.