12/17/2003
Billy and Bobby liked to play.
They played all the time as kids.
At high school they were best friends.
Both went to the same college.
Yes, they grew up together.
One day Bobby knew he liked Bill.
Bobby wanted to be more than friends.
Billy felt the same way but was scared.
He was scared of what people would say.
Secretly they lived together.
Happily they grew old together.
Then one day Bobby passed away.
Billy was very sad.
He was sad because he could not visit Bobby.
The hospital only let family visit very sick people.
Bobby died without Billy next to him.
This made Billy even sadder than Bobby’s death.
Some days later a man knocked on their door.
The man told Billy some bad news.
Bobby owned their house, not Billy.
Billy would have to leave.
He could not even take much with him, it all belonged to Bobby.
If Bobby and Billy had been married it would be different.
If they married then Bobby’s things would also be Billy’s.
But they could not marry.
Many people hated the type of people Billy and Bobby were.
So Billy, now an old man, had nowhere to go.
He lived on the streets until the winter came.
The winter was so cold and Billy was so poor.
He did not even have a blanket to warm him.
After the snow melted the cops found Billy.
He had died from the cold.
In his hands he held his most favorite thing.
He held a picture of Bobby, his long lost love.
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