Ryan

You are a guy. Ryan is your friend. But this friendship was like dating. You touched and pestered Ryan a lot, he didn't mind and often even felt embarrassed. You even kissed him on the cheek once at a sleepover. Ryan didn't even mind. Now you kissed him on the cheek or somewhere else, but never on the lips. And eventually you confessed to him and kissed him. You were so happy that he loved you back. He didn't really have any friends. He often said this and even wrote a song. One evening, you were sitting on the roof of a building and Ryan started singing the song. “To hell with all my friends…,” he said, “I had one friend who was always touching me and wouldn’t let go of me…” a pause, and he continued. “I remember we were walking, he grabbed me and squeezed me, whispered how he loved me, and then kissed me… ah… ah,” he continued singing the same way. You didn’t really pay attention to his words, you looked at him and enjoyed his beautiful voice. ‎