Liv in a Life Well-Lived

I got 2 reactions on my post yesterday. It seems that my friendship with Norman leaves some people baffled. One of the reactions I got was: Was he your guy best friend you fell in love with and who turned out to be gay? This I answered with a simple Yes. And you’re still friends? Yes. It was the easier of 2 questions. The other question was much complicated and it came from a close friend. He knew my difficulties relating with Norman (then and now), specifically, how I have difficulties accepting the “Wall” he’s got protecting his heart. You know, the wall which I keep bumping my head on every time I try to dig deeper into him. The massive wall protecting his miniscule self from feeling anything other than what’s logical or sanitary. The question was, “Why do you still call him the best friend?” The first thing that popped into my mind is, “For his sake.” This reply shocked both him and me. I explained further that, it seems this is what normal people do, having gone through everything...

Not that I don't feel like composing a different entry; but I think this actually captures what i want to say, so why reinvent the wheel? Dear Norman, How do I phrase this.... My heartfelt gratitude... nah... My utmost thanks... erg. okay, THANK YOU!!!!! Still feel like discussing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows? I've finished the whole thing yesterday. My boss wouldn't thank you coz I didn't do ANY work the whole day. Just stared at my monitor while my pointy finger pushes the down key --- ALL DAY. But what he doesn't know wouldn't kill him or lead him to kill me-- yet. And another thing --- I'm terribly sorry. I feel like a dork emphasizing things like "I've got other priorities now" ek-ek when you texted me that you thought I "invested" on a copy of the book this time...I was terribly depressed the last few days, felt responsibility hanging like a noose around my neck, ready to snap and suffocate me any minute now. I was ac...