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We've been together forever, him and I. Since I can remember, he's always been at my side. He's always getting into trouble, and I'm always dousing the flames. It's a relationship of some sort. It gives us meaning. But sometimes, I find myself wondering about our relationship. Not in a worried kind of way, just…wondering. No matter what he does, I'm always helping him. Enabling his bad behaviour, if you will. I can't help myself. I hate to see him depressed.

It makes me wonder…would I go as far as to call this 'love'? It's a kind of love, of course, it's just…I don't know what kind of love it is. It's confusing. Zidane is confusing. The mixed signals are confusing.

He likes girls. I know that much. And I know that I am not a girl. Or, I wasn't last time I checked. I find myself hoping that maybe how I treat him will change what he likes. Maybe, if I treat him just right, he can like boys, too. Except I know that's not how people work. If you don't like boys, then you don't like boys. And most boys don't like each other.

So I'm stuck in an endless cycle of helping him, with no other reward than to see him happy. That's not the reward I want.

Maybe, if I help just a little more…

Maybe.

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We've been together forever, him and I. Since I can remember, he's always been at my side. He's always getting into trouble, and I'm always dousing the flames. It's a relationship of some sort. It gives us meaning. But sometimes, I find myself wondering about our relationship. Not in a worried kind of way, just…wondering. No matter what he does, I'm always helping him. Enabling his bad behaviour, if you will. I can't help myself. I hate to see him depressed.

It makes me wonder…would I go as far as to call this 'love'? It's a kind of love, of course, it's just…I don't know what kind of love it is. It's confusing. Zidane is confusing. The mixed signals are confusing.

He likes girls. I know that much. And I know that I am not a girl. Or, I wasn't last time I checked. I find myself hoping that maybe how I treat him will change what he likes. Maybe, if I treat him just right, he can like boys, too. Except I know that's not how people work. If you don't like boys, then you don't like boys. And most boys don't like each other.

So I'm stuck in an endless cycle of helping him, with no other reward than to see him happy. That's not the reward I want.

Maybe, if I help just a little more…

Maybe.