Literature
I Lost My Fear Of Falling 3
Frank is staring intently into my eyes, as if trying to see into my soul. I stare at him, completely shocked, and trying to figure out how he figured me out. As I sit there, his eyes go soft. "Don't worry, Mikey. I don't mind. Actually," he winks at me as he continues, "it's really hot to think about. Hmm…I wouldn't mind seeing that, to tell you the truth."
I stare at him again. "Wait, you mean you don't hate me or, or…find me strange or think I'm a sick, twisted person?"
He shrugs. "No, I don't think any different of you. You're one of my best friends."
I feel my relief like a boulder off my shoulders. "Thank you, Fr
