So, I found out earlier this week that my best friend…

the person I talk to practically every day..

the person who knows everything about me..

the person who tells me everything about him..

the person who sleeps on my couch on random nights..

the person who i’m soon going on vacation with..

the person who my mother considers an “adopted son”..

the person who I lost my virginity to..

the person who has me meet everyone he dates in order to get my approval..

the person who literally walked miles with me..

the person i’ve laughed and cried with for over 10 years…

….is now HIV+

I’m still trying to wrap my brain around this. Still trying to process…..And yes, I know it isn’t the “death sentence” it once was. I know people are living longer and longer with this illness. However, right now that doesn’t quite alleviate the pain and disappointment of knowing that he is now a part of that group of millions who are dying slowly.

But, I fully intend to do whatever I can to prolong his life as much as possible. Even if I have to hound him about eating properly and taking care of himself. HIV affects everyone differently, and I hope to God the affects are minimal for him. 

I’ll be giving him nothing but positive energy. And we’ll focus on living, because he doesn’t know how to do anything else but enjoy life.  After all, “death is for the dead. And living is for everyone else.”