Hm. I like to say I don't let those feelings get to me, but there is one instance...

I was a young guy and he was, too. There was one time when we met up, just for some lunch to chill out together.

It was never meant to be anything too special, but we bonded very well over lunch and soon ended up back at his house. We spent the whole afternoon laughing, smiling, cuddling and watching movies... having a great time. Again, it wasn't a date at all, the chemistry was just amazing and we clicked awesomely.

Evening rolled around and we grabbed another quick bite to eat before deciding to go for a walk. Again, what was meant to be a little walk ended up becoming us strolling around parks and town until the wee hours of the morning, just holding hands and hugging and talking about life, sharing our emotions and trusting one another and everything. It was, not to be cliche, magical.

We both crashed at his place and ended up falling asleep in the same bed. In the morning, I quietly got up and made some pancakes for him and I, so I surprised him with breakfast. He wanted to take a shower and before I knew it we were both in there, making out and getting pretty handsy with each other under the stream of water. Of course, we ended up back in his room!

I left later in the day after we layed around for a while. Pretty soon, schooling and work and familial/public pressures drove us apart. We haven't seen each other since nor have either one of us tried to communicate the other. I really don't what happened to him or how to find him, I've tried a little bit.

At this point, it can stay in the past. It was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life and I really wonder what would've happened, but it's okay. That was a moment in my life that'll never be again.

I don't cry because it's over, I smile because it happened. Maybe I won't find someone like him ever again, I haven't yet... but I get to cherish it for the rest of my life.