After meeting my ex-boyfriend at an age of 24, we both came out of the closet to our families. While the one accepted it, the other part was struggling. Together we felt motivated to continued our relation. He started working closer to my house, we moved in together, the family shifted towards accepting our love and we created a large group of common friends. We made beautiful trips, created memories and shared the pain of losing our grandparents.

However. During the grow of this warm relationship there also came a growing blurred line between being two happy gay boys together, and two friends totally understanding each other. The friend-part kept growing but the relation-part vanished away, and after six years together we painfully decided to break up. It hit us both hard, and till today we both try separately to create a new home for ourselves - similar to the warm feeling of the times being a couple. This goes with up and downs, but we always find in each other a friendly shoulder to lean, cry or laugh on. In the end this friendship is warmer, more truthfully and BIGGER than anyone had could imagine and I’m grateful for being his best friend - forever.