[M4F] College best friends from different worlds turned lovers.

Home? That thing they talk about in songs and movies? You can always go home, they say. But I never could, because I never had one. My parents, shall we say, had their issues, and they flickered in and out of my life, often in a drug induced haze, while I was left to fend for myself. But I learned the hard way that I was the only person in this world I could rely on. I made straight A’s in the private high school I attended on a basketball scholarship and parlayed that into a full scholarship at the university where we first met. What was my goal for those next four years? To graduate at the top of our class and be accepted to medical school at Harvard. Neurosurgery. That had been my goal since forever.

The day we met in college seemed almost preordained. I was just clearing six feet in height by that time, and I was lean but not overly muscular; lithe, the better to speed around the basketball court. What brought us together? First it was our mutual love of sports, and then it was the hours long conversations we often had outside the dorm where we lived. You were my best friend, and I could tell you anything, even the not so pretty details of my past. But you never judged me. Instead, you offered compassion and understanding. Did we ever cross the line? No, other than that one kiss on graduation night. I had indeed been accepted to Harvard, and eight years after graduation I was deep into year four of a seven year neurosurgery residency at Mass Gen. We had kept in touch, but to the best of my knowledge were both single as our twenty ninth birthdays approached.

A few years after graduation, at the beginning of December, you get a call from me.

(Hey, thanks for reading! Yep, you guessed it: two best friends from college reunited at Christmas in their late twenties. Does romance blossom under the mistletoe, do long dormant feelings resurface? Let’s find out! I’m also open to setting this in their