Reflection and Warning

This is the story of X, Y and I.The story begins long before I ever came into the picture. X and Y were a couple for nearly three years, a couple like any other gay couple I’m sure, good times, bad times and everything in between. One day things between X and Y became rough, jagged, bitter, sad and ended. It wasn’t all in one day, perhaps many, but who can tell time in love and war.X becomes a stronger individual, even though Y tries as he might to break his spirit and pride. I’ve never been sure of exactly what it is that Y hopes to accomplish by treating X this way, it’s something I hope never to experience. X leaves Y and promises himself that he will never return, it’s the strongest feeling he ever remembers having all at once.Many cold, lonely uncertain months pass and X moves to a new city to see what fate has in store. Although feeling alone and a bit out of place he soon comes to adore his new home, friends and freedom. This is where I come in.X and I meet, just like any or many other guys meet in a city of few. Something clicks, perhaps it’s the undeniable damage of our pasts that we bear, two broken hearts that were looking for nothing more then to be found and understood. Minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks. X and I are glad to have found someone and something in each other.This is where Y returns.X tried as he might to be happy and new. His past pushed, pulled and tugged at his very core, more than he ever knew. X, afraid of really letting go of the past soon realises that the love he feels for Y is stronger than he could ever fathom and that maybe his heart needed to go home again.Like anyone in love, the well of feelings that runs deeper and wider than any vein often takes over the diplomatic senses of the brain, things are done in haste. X leaves friends, family and I to return to the life of Y. This is not a tale of bitterness or sorrow, but a testament of the heart. I wish X a world of happiness with Y, never doubting what lies within himself.Something that I believe all people possess is the ability to sense and know what the future holds without ever saying a word. It’s not always a clear knowing, more so a fog or faded photograph coming into focus as it nears. It may be time upon time but I know this will not be the end of the story for X, Y and I.