Prose for Paul

O Paul, dearest Paul, dearest friend of many moons, how many times have I told you I love you? How many ways are there for one to confess his love for his lover? You are defiantly one of the most unique people I will ever meet in my long journey on this road of life. We were partners in Ms. Simmon’s class but our partnership never ceased since then. We have shared many a wondrous time in and out of school, penetrating each other’s lives in more ways than one. Bearded lunches outside in the cold, Bearded north jetty late night sprite parties, Bearded stories in Mr. Walmsley’s, Bearded poems in writing club, Bearded haircuts, Bearded Aim at the Kid practices, Bearded testicles out of our pants, Bearded Freudian dick jokes, Bearded meat gazers, Bearded prom, Bearded Zach, Bearded imitating, Bearded Kara, Bearded Meghan, Bearded Stephanie’s cooze, Bearded Mrs. Mopps, Bearded derps, Bearded love, Bearded shaving, Bearded punk shows, Bearded Doods, Bearded beat pomes in airports, Bearded beards, Bearded peacocks, Bearded lists, Bearded straight-edge, Bearded no homos, Bearded trio, Bearded Church, Bearded God, Bearded agnosticism, Bearded Captain Ron, Bearded Mike Marchand, Bearded UCF, Bearded Target, Bearded Denver, Bearded me with Bearded you. Paul though our high school lives are coming to an end we will still have each other in college and when our college lives come to an end or when our lives together come to an end I will always keep a special place for you in the part of my heart covered in your facial hair. You will always be one of my very best friends, Sir. I love you. I wish that you fulfill all your dreams and live the life you want to live. You mean so much to me. May God reward you.