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Those first weeks of December, the days were full, but the nights were long and sad. Tom Alan barely spoke a word to Milo the entire time. Ben, on the other hand, he and Tom Alan chatted a lot, mostly digitally. One night, ten days before Christmas, on webcam IM, he was giving Ben a screen-full, while someone on the phone was giving Ben an earful.
AniOtouto, on webcam IM: I can’t live without him, Ben. Oh. You’re on the phone. Should I let you go?
Shrimpy2012: No. It’s good, Tom Alan. I can do both.
AniOtouto: I won’t keep you. Is it Adam? :)
Shrimpy2012: No. A buddy of mine. Keep talking.
AniOtouto: Ok. If you’re sure.
Shrimpy 2012: I am.
AniOtouto: What’s saddest is…:( I didn’t even get to tell him everything.
Even if we get by all the stuff I told him, there’s other stuff.
Stuff that isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
I planned on setting him free. I wanted to spend one night in his arms, then let him go. But we never got that far.