He knew he would not have met her if it hadn't been for me, and he still considered me his best friend. I gladly said yes to being his best man.
My former girlfriend dumped me and was now with my best male friend. Had I been betrayed by both of them?
While on the road trip, a lot of things were going through my mind. My friend would be seeing both the good and the bad stuff of where I was brought up.
Before I could even think to ask my girlfriend to marry me, I was absolutely sure of another thing: I needed to confess to her that I was attracted to guys.
It just seems we forget to say it or are embarrassed to say it or maybe sometimes I'm just not "man enough" to say it: I love you.
I would look and feel more "normal" if married. I would definitely fit into the Christian world better. So, I decided to try out dating a girl.
I spent a lot of time hugging him and encouraging him as he recovered. It felt so good to be a blessing to my straight guy friend in his time of need.
When my gay brother received his booty call one night, I decided I had to move out. It was then that a guy named Brandon invited me to come live with him.
I do have gay friends, though I really don't view them as my gay friends. I just call them my friends. They're as important to me as my Christian friends.
Do I want to have a brother I care about that much that I will declare putting him above all else? Or do I want to have a brother saying those words to me?