For a long time, he'd invite me to stay, to share the sweet life with him. I'd always decline, told him two guys just didn't do that, too afraid of tire irons. That wasn't the half of it. I was too afraid of myself, letting go, letting him in all the way, all the time. Done him wrong, all these years, last trip made that clear. It's time now. He hasn't asked for some time, don't think he will again after what I said last time. So I'm gonna invite him next time, come November. Hope he'll accept this time.
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