His bed was twenty-three steps away.
The hallway between us eight feet wide.
The history between us was high school.
I was the gay guy on the yearbook committee.
He was the jock too afraid to talk.
Now in a fraternity he is let me see.
Across the hall from me.
And I am his new one and only.
Please don't tell anybody, gay best friend.
Across The Hall - Story Time Blog
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