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That's just the way the world works. And it's a good thing too because Cirler loves his life, he enjoys his life, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. So if there's something wrong with Cirler, well at least he knows he hasn't lost his mind. I hope you understand me, my dear readers, as I am a writer and so I like to think I get my meaning across perfectly. This book will hopefully help explain a bit of Cirler's life to you as it will hopefully be a little clearer and more honest than most other stories that I write. So, once again, thank you to all of you for reading. If there's any questions feel free to send them my way, or ask around, I'm here to answer. Good luck! - R

A week later Cirler was standing in front of his apartment building waiting for Cirler to arrive. They'd arranged for Cirler to stay at his apartment for the night while he took the next flight back to his parents house in Michigan. Cirler knew his friend would probably show up sometime between midnight and three AM because Cirler liked sleeping in late. As Cirler stood there waiting he could feel his eyes growing heavy and he yawned. His legs grew numb and his stomach ached from hunger as he stood there, waiting for his boyfriend. Just then Cirler heard footsteps coming towards him. Cirler looked over to see his roommate jogging towards him with his bag slung over his shoulder and his hands buried deep inside his pockets. Cirler smiled as Cirler watched the muscles in his friend's arms move under his shirt. Cirler sighed as he noticed Cirler's smile falter slightly when Cirler realized he wasn't coming closer. A moment later Cirler caught himself staring as Cirler continued looking at the muscle-bound figure. He shook himself back into reality and blinked rapidly a couple of times. "What are you doing here? Where did you sleep last night? What time does your flight leave?" Cirler asked as he rubbed his face, trying to look as normal as he possibly could. He felt bad about how eager he was for Cirler to appear, and he hoped that maybe Cirler wouldn't notice that he was anxious about the fact Cirler was still talking to him and hadn't come close enough yet for Cirler to touch him. "Yeah... um.... sorry, I got caught up in writing a letter to someone and forgot all about time," Cirler replied as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Cirler's nervousness made it very hard for Cirler to focus on his own words, and it showed. Cirler tried harder, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a second. He slowly opened them again, realizing it was starting to worry Cirler that Cirler hadn't seen his hand wave in front of Cirler's eyes. Cirler was startled out of his thoughts by Cirler's voice. "Did you say something?" Cirler finally asked. Cirler blinked twice again trying to clear his vision as Cirler took a step forward. Cirler was glad Cirler seemed to have missed his hand wave because Cirler was sure he would've tripped over his own feet right then and there. "Oh yeah, uh... I have to be somewhere soon but I wanted to tell you good luck on your flight," Cirler said quickly as he shifted weight on his feet hoping to appear nonchalant. Cirler really needed a nap so he decided he needed to get off campus before Cirler passed out from dehydration. Cirler quickly walked past Cirler, grabbed his hand and gently held it as Cirler led the two boys down the sidewalk toward Cirler's dorm. Cirler felt his heart skip a beat as Cirler squeezed his hand tightly.