Over the summer break before our sophomore year, Carl came out to me. I told him that I didn't care who he loved, he would still be my best friend. He talked and I listened. That's the way our friendship has been. Most of our friends see our goofy side, but when it is just the two of us, we can talk about serious subjects.
Our friendship is an authentic one and I don't have to worry about Carl lying to me. Of course we get mad at each other, but we say what we mean and speak the truth. That's what I love about him. He has no hidden agenda. He doesn't listen or lie to me just because he likes me in a romantic way. He cares about what I say. Think about it, girls. Gay guys love spending time with you because they love who you are. Your personality is why they hang out with you. It is one of the most pure relationships you can have.
Carl moved back to Tulsa this semester and is taking classes at TCC. It's been difficult because last year I saw him every day, and when I would have a bad day he would always be available to listen one-on-one. He comes down to Norman when he can, but we talk on the phone every day, which helps. When I’ve had a bad day, I can always count on my best friend and his constant message of love and encouragement. As I write this, I get a text from him saying, "Yeah! Dominate this story about me, MB!" Thanks, Carl. I will. I didn’t expect that kid who sat next to me when I was eight years old to become my best friend. Sometimes, when you don’t realize it, that certain person has always been there with and for you, and always will.