*My version of this story
When your best friend is gay, you know it before her.
You openly joke about it and it becomes 'a thing' you both laugh about. Silly things, become a long running joke. Everyone's in on it. It takes a while but it starts to sink in, in your mind. And you realise you believe what you've been joking about for the longest time. You wouldn't be surprised if she told you she was gay.
So the jokes become a little bit less, just in case. You worry in case you end up offending her if it were ever true, (I shouldn't have worried, the jokes are even more now!). A long time passes and nothing is ever said. And you worry in case you're not the kind of person she can talk to. Or maybe, just maybe you were wrong?
She's very close to a certain girl, she's moved away by this point and you're both a little distant. Maybe she's just made a new friend. Maybe you're both just losing touch now.
Probably not. The distance means you can't see each other much, but it hasn't stopped the calls, or messages even just every now and again. You both still laugh as hard as ever and do stupid shit as soon as you spend time together. It doesn't feel as if you've grown apart at all. When you need her, she's still there. When you call her up crying, and you're having the worst year of your life; she's there. When someone breaks your heart and leaves you weak, and ruined for the most part; she's there. When you find out your Dad has suddenly died out of nowhere, you call her. You lie on the floor in pieces and pray for the world to close in on you. But still, you call her. Hundreds of miles away, and she still makes you feel as if she's next to you. The world is black, but she's in the dark with you.
And one night drunkenly, she seems like something is bothering her. She's not the type to get emotional after a drink so you know it's not that. And then she says she wants to tell you something, and you realise this is it. This is the moment you wondered if she'd ever share with you. And you know exactly what she's going to say, but you can't rush her or push it at all...
And then you know. She's finally admitted it after years of you wondering/knowing/guessing, and the stupid sod thinks you'll judge her, be different or feel weird around her. It's almost laughable.
So time goes by, and she becomes more open with you over time. The jokes never stop, in fact they're probably worse than ever. But you both laugh just as hard and it's such a relief to be so honest with each other. You are now lucky enough to be included in this part of her life, which she could have well kept private. You are lucky enough to meet her girlfriend, and have the pleasure of seeing them happy together. You are even lucky enough to be one of the first to hear they are engaged, and you couldn't be more excited!
Ultimately though, when your best friend is gay...
Nothing changes.
