1. I basically had one of those” guys”. He made me feel wonderful and led me to believe I did the same for him. Then our world shattered, when his secret life appeared in the form of a deadly disease. At that moment promises were made, tears fell through the night as we held on to what we had.
    So its three years later, his secret life continues, my wonderful “guy” memories are killing me. I still love him because I choose not to hate him. I can only speak for myself as he no longer speaks to me.
    So hold on to those “wonderfuls”, they are precious gifts to hold in our hearts for eternity.