[ WP ] Thanks to a letter sent by mistake , you finally meet someone who would later be the love of your life .

When I was eight, I wrote a letter. In it, I begged and pleaded for a new best friend. My old friend had started picking on me, and for Christmas, I wanted a new friend. Being the naïve kid I was, I actually thought that would work. So I wrote a letter, mailed it off, and waited for Christmas. 
 
 Yeah... I should have checked the address first. Santa. Satan. You know the drill. 
 
 I did end up making a new friend, though. Nicholas Scratch moved into the house down the street from me, and ended up in my class at school. We hated each other at first, always arguing over everything. Yet, since he kept ending up in my classes all the way through high school, we could n't get away from each other. 
 
 By that time, though, we found that we liked fighting. Debate club, boxing, wrestling — we were always at each other's throats, both physically and metaphorically, and yet we enjoyed every second of it. 
 
 It was about that time that I discovered I was gay. Well, not really `` discovered'' — more like `` consciously recognized.'' I do n't think it was any sort of major revilation, to be honest. I never did fall in love either. For me, Nick was ( and had always been ) the person I wanted to spend my life with, be it as a friend or a lover. 
 
 I confessed as much to him. 
 
 `` Loving another man is a sin,'' he replied. His eyes looked wickedly entertained as he said that, as if he was mocking the very world that came up with such an idea. 
 
 I shrugged, similarly amused. `` But, if I love a man, and he loves me back, and we both get sent to the same place because of it, is it truly hell?'' 
 
 He snorted mockingly, but then stilled. His eyes locked onto mine. `` You're serious? You actually love me?'' 
 
 `` I'd settle for'eternal friendship,' if I must, but yes, I am. I'd go to hell for you.'' 
 
 His eyes, a brown so rich that they almost looked red, gazed into mine. Then, without prompting, he kissed me. He smelled of garlic and sulfur, like usual, but I did n't mind at all as I kissed back. 
 
 When we finally broke apart, I muttered, `` *Wow... * That was...'' 
 
 `` Max, there's something I want to show you...'' Nick said. He waved his hand in front of my face, briefly obscuring my vision. 
 
 And then, when I could see again, I *saw. * 
 
 And, perhaps because I'd subconsciously already known, I still loved him.
