.. and lips so soft to kiss ... and a heart so big that I can feel it beating right now?" It's beating so fast because I can't believe how much you lo...e me and how much I love you as well. I've always worried that I might fall in love with someone who didn't love me. So many times in my life I've loved someone who didn't know I existed. I know so well that you love me. I want to fall face-first in love with you. I know we can make it happen, I guess I just don't want you to think I'm assuming. I giggled. "I guess I feel that way," I admitted, remembering how I was checking him out under the covers this morning."Do you really love him?" Wendy asked, not giggling at all.I was about to answer "Yes!" but Wendy cut me off."I mean, do you really love him? Is this a school-girl crush that you've denied yourself since you were in junior high, or is this the real thing?"School girl crush? Wendy's comment hit close to home! I glared at Wendy. "What exactly do you mean by that?" Shirley, we've. This affair had cost him. Not only had it hurt his young, yet already crippled, marriage and ended the marriage of his partner in crime; it had also cost him his best friend. Worst of all, it had cost him part of his sanity.He had made the mistake of falling dick-first into his best friend's wife. Whenever he explained this to someone (like his cold fish of a wife, or her endless chain of therapists, for instance), he was immediately angered by their first response which always seemed to be. I wanted to know about sex, about boys, about their dicks and their balls. Balls, especially, they just seemed so odd to me. I wanted to hold them and feel what they were like. And I wanted to see a boy's dick get hard, actually grow in length and width. It all seemed so odd and unusual.I hated how I was brought up.Then, this past summer, I was home from school when some friends of my parents came to visit along with their two children. They were rather younger that me, David or Davie as they.