One year ago today, three men walked into my life that would leave a long-lasting impression. With these men, I watched them go through hell and high water; watched them argue, yell, bicker and laugh together.
I listened to stories of their lives and how they all came to be and know each other. I watched them form an unbreakable bond that made me believe true friendship is something real. They taught me to keep my enemies close, even if said enemies are/were “family”. They taught me to take chances and say “fuck you” to anyone who ever opposes the way I do things. They taught me to by myself and opened my mind to things I never thought possible.
Because of them, I met some interesting characters along the way. Some, I wish I never had, but a small part in the lives of these three men that I had to learn to accept.
Of these three men, I fell in love with one. Sure, he’s an unorthodox, meth-smoking, gun-wielding psychopath, but he’s amazing. And throughout this journey, I witnessed his loving, sensitive side. The side that I’ve been able to see all the while people call me crazy for loving him.
Watching these three men work together in fluid motion is the reason I wasn’t able to kill either one of them. They came so far in the end that the thought of losing one of them literally sickens me.
All I want to say is thank you.