Boy:
I broke up with her.

His Best Friend:
What happened?

Boy:
She’s just too much for me.

His Best Friend:
What makes you say that? What did she do wrong?

Boy:
Well,…for one.. She only cared about her appearance. Always had to look good,
always took forever to get dressed! So insecure..

His Best Friend:
So, you broke her heart because she wanted to keep your eyes locked on her?
She wanted you to see that you have the prettiest girl under your sleeve and not think otherwise? I see..

Boy:
Oh.. Well.. She’d often call me or text me asking where I am, who I’m with, telling
me not to smoke, not to drink. She’s so clingy!

His Best Friend:
So,you broke her heart because she cares about your well being? Because she
cares about you a lot? And her greatest fear is losing you. I see..

Boy:
But.. Uhh.. Well, she’d always cry when I say something slightly mean.
She can’t handle anything. She’s a crybaby!

His Best Friend:
So, you broke her heart because she has feelings? And because she just
wanted to hear you say you love her? I see..

Boy:
I.. Well! You know,
she’d get jealous easily. I could barely talk to other girls! She’s so
annoying! I had to hide it from her.

His Best Friend:
So, you broke her heart because she just wanted you to commit to her?
She thought you
were faithful, but you lied so she could find out later and hurt even
more? She just wanted the guy she loves the most to love only her. I see..

Boy:
Well, she..

His Best Friend:
You broke up with her because she’s good for you?
She just wanted the best for you? She’s broken now because you were selfish.
Are you proud?

Boy:
I broke her heart.. Because I couldn’t see what was happening..
What happened to me?

His Best Friend:
You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could.
You see? You didn’t want her when all she ever wanted was you.
That’s what happened…

It takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day.  Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn’t reach her eyes anymore.

You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don’t think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.

Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like ‘terminal’ and ‘leukemia’, and counted the number of times he said ‘patient’ as if it were your name (Seventeen).

The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my arm to pump out the blood into a little plastic bag. It takes exactly five minutes twenty one seconds, because I’m holding my arm so tight. If I could give you all my blood so you could feel better for just a day, I would.

It has been seven days, twelve hours and fourteen minutes since the ambulance came for you. Six days, fifteen hours and seven minutes since the doctors told us they couldn’t help you anymore. I am counting the drips of the glucose as it goes into your arm, my body wrapped around yours, trying to pretend this is a bad dream. 

You say noisily, a laugh escaping your parched mouth, that I am obsessed with numbers. I want to tell you you’re wrong. My obsession is you. I say nothing. This is the first time you have laughed in one month, three weeks and two days.

Did you know that when someone dies their body weight drops quite suddenly? It is not really noticeable unless you have held them close whilst they are dying, praying to every god that you won’t lose them. It is just a touch. But it’s there when they leave you.

21 grams. That is the weight of a human soul.

To my true friends, you know yourselves, the ones who can tell me something is wrong before I realize it myself.

To my true friends, who can always sing back the song in my head, even when I’ve forgotten the words.

To my true friends, who are always there for me when I need them the most, who will never give up on me because they know what I’ve been through.

To my true friends, who I couldn’t go a day without.

Signed, ~Person who’s lucky enough to have you.

I pity the fool who pities me due to what they see, for what they see is just what they believe but not what is.

Homosexuality is a sin, so is not treating your body like a temple. Ladies should have their head covered. In Deuteronomy, a marriage is only valid if the woman is a virgin, and she should be executed if otherwise. Anyone who commits adultery should be stoned to death. In Mark, divorce is prohibited. I assume for homosexuality, you’re referring to Leviticus 18:6: “You shall not lie with a man as one lies with a female. It is an abomination.” A similar verse occurs two chapters later, in Leviticus 20:13: “A man who sleeps with another man is an abomination and should be executed.” Leviticus is a holiness code written 3,000 years ago. This also includes prohibitions against round haircuts, tattoos, working on the Sabbath, wearing garments of mixed fabrics, eating pork or shellfish, getting your fortune told, and even playing with the skin of a pig,(Football). I believe in morality, which is doing right regardless of what I am told, not in religion, which is doing what I am told regardless of what is right. You’re welcome to your own interpretation of the Bible and of politics of course, but for me, I need more things than “the Bible says so” to justify certain things in this world, and certainly to judge them.