I'm Losing Him? By Littlewing1957
Jack watched Ennis drive away. He looked at his bare hands and wondered how much longer he could continue on with the relationship. He was not an old man, but 16 years of meeting secretly without hope of anything tangible, solid, was dissolving him from the inside out. Jack thought he was looking older than his years, and for the first time in many years thought he deserved better.
Ennis drove away from Jack Twist and didn't look back. Ennis prided himself on knowing his friend, and something about the way Jack behaved disturbed him. They fought many times over the years, but this time Ennis felt a falling away: a distance, a gulf widening between them. It frightened him. “I can’t be losing him!” Ennis thought as he looked in the rear view mirror. He wanted to catch one last glimpse of his bud, but Jack was nowhere in sight. “If I had any courage I would turn right back around and make things right.” But Ennis knew he would never turn his truck around and intercept Jack. What will be will be.
Jack drove back to Texas in turmoil. What to do? He could always meet Ennis again in November---November—not August, and carry on as though everything was just fine. Or he could reach out to someone else; someone he didn’t love, but who was willing and accessible. Jack listened to his favorite Willie Nelson tape to ease his journey home. He vowed right then and there that if he survived, he would make a change.