m/m relationship implied

Something To Believe In
by   Tre

I was drifting when you turned up.  I was in one of those ruts of life
that you don't see until too late.  I could see myself turning round
in twenty years and wondering where my life had gone, where my bright
future had disappeared to.  You saved me from that fate.  I knew the
minute that you walked up to that cell door and asked for Detective Armani
that my life had changed for the better.  Oh, I admit that you drive
me nuts most of the time but I can take that.  I can take just about
anything from you.  No, really, anything at all, I'll take it.

I think I've loved you forever.  You barged your way into my life with
no thought to what I might want.  You force me to do things I'd normally
avoid like the plauge.	You make me be noble and brave and polite and
all the rest of that stuff.  Why are you always so nice huh?  You are
so easy to love it's almost indecent.  Why can't you ever be nasty? 
Throw a temper tantrum, be rude to someone, anything!

The rest of them here say that they can't tell what you are feeling.
They act as if you don't actually have feelings but I know that they're
there.	I know when you get hurt and disappointed by people.  I wish
that I could just hug away that hurt but you won't let me.  You won't
let me in.  Who hurt you so badly?

You are starting to let me in.	Not all the way yet but you let me closer
than anyone else.  Do you love me yet?	I don't think so but I can see
it coming. Sometimes you get that look in your eye, the one that says
you don't believe your reaction to something I've just done or said.
One day you will have to admit that I get to you.  I hope that day isn't
too far off.

Detective Raymond Vecchio signed the paper that he had been fussing with
all afternoon and filed it with all the other similar letters that he
had written over the last few months.  The drawer was locked as he left
to go collect his friend from the Consulate.

Tre

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