Submission 46
My vivid memory was being woken at 2am in the morning - when my best friend at university in 2002/3 - had sadly taken his own life. This was a friendship with charm, music and a great deal of depth. Looking back I didn't understand how much of an impact this had on me. He meant a great deal. My own journey of company struggled to find a 'settled' friend - especially in other guys. Mainly due to my own sexuality - I find the lines blur, friendships break, hidden identities are more of an issue - so it's easier to break a friendship with me, than face their own normal experimental life. Let me clear - the best friend was only that - he had a GF at the time and was a genuinely kind person. He knew of my struggle with the topic - a longing for company. normality. Any whoo - thought this might help. x
James dawes