I'm going to the clinic in a few days for my HIV test results. Itdoesn't really matter what they are at this point. I have to getmy life started again. Positive or negative.
For too long I've just put my life on hold, waiting for the momentwhen I would get sick. I'm tired of waiting, baby. It's time tomove into the future.
This is the last letter I'll be writing you. Don't be afraid.You'll never be far away from me.
Even if you're just in my thoughts.
I Love You.
Hugo
Flipping through the pages of my calendar, I see that tomorrow isGreg's birthday.
I'm tempted to call him and wish him a Happy Birthday, but onlyfor the slightest of co-dependent reasons.
An old friend of mine once told me that time is so preciousthat we should never spend time with somebody who doesn't cherishus.
Greg proved how he felt about me with his blatant lying andsneaking around.
While I would never wish anything bad to happen to him, what goesaround comes around.
Based on his nasty behavior, he'll get it in the ass when he leastexpects it.
Then he'll know how I felt.
The prissy little shop attendant behind the counter typed my orderinto his computer. "Stained glass is like a tattoo," he said."You get one and sooner or later you want another. What designare you looking for?"
"Something arty. How about a pink triangle?"
His fingers clacked along the keyboard. "Easy. We do them allthe time."
"If I have to see another rainbow flag or Lambda sign, I'm justgoing to puke. Can you put 'Action = Life' below the triangle?"
He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "You political types."
