It's his wedding day. I'm not going.

Why? There's nobody there that I know besides him.

All of our friends from high school moved to Europe. His family, too.

I'm all alone. Writing songs for my job and nobody to bounce ideas off of.

I don't want to hear someone take his last name that isn't me. Honestly, would you?

Yes, it sounds selfish

Yes, it seems rude

No, I don't care

He and I made promises. Dumb, meaningless promises when we were teens. But they meant so much to me.

What were they?

Promise me we'll marry each other when we are older.

Really? You mean that?

*giggles* Yeah, I do.

I promise.

He never kept his promise.

I vowwed every hour to keep my promise. I still do.

Promise me one thing, my cute blind bestie.

Anything, hun. What is it?

We'll stay in contact forever?

Promise.

I text.

No reply.

Call.

No reply.

Email.

No reply.

Mail.

No reply.

Love. 

Definitely no reply there.

I mean, come on. Who would love a gay man with anything but eyes?