Life is strange. In college, I had a wonderful friendship with a guy named Chuck. He had devout -- but unorthodox -- Christian views and I was agnostic. We would spend hours debating religion. I came out to him -- the first person I told. He accepted it, and although he said he was straight as an arrow, slept in my bed with our bodies entwined. We never did more than that, though I wanted to, I was in love with him. He was older than I and his leaving school was devastating to me.
A few years ago, we got back in touch. Turns out he's gay after all and living in LA (super ironic, as he is so NOT LA) with his boyfriend and writing screenplays. I told him I had a crush on him and he was surprised. God, how could he be surprised?! He told me that when he thought of me he thought of the song from Avenue Q: I Wish I Could Go Back to College.
Since then, we've lost touch again. But I haven't forgotten my friend.