For those who have watched Pearl Harbor, you must recognize Danny Walker and Rafe McCawley. Two country boys, growing up together and learning to fly. I find their friendship: So True.

I adore it. Added to the fact how they ended up caring for eachother again, after one "betrays." How one would give up life for the other one. How one teaches the other one, though he/she might be so hard-headed. How one cries like a child, fear of losing the other one.

I don't find their friendship gay or disgusting. At all. I adore it, with all my heart. It happened during WWII, and I guessed that friends that went through things like war; they'd get through practically everything.

War has ended. As you all know. But to me, war is still here. The fight to be who you are. The fight to stop the urge of being someone else to please people. The fight to chase your dream. The fight to protect what you believe in. The fight to live life itself.



And I am lucky enough to find Laksmi Tasya. My own Danny Walker. I'd hate her but in a few hours I'd pretend I didn't cause I'd miss her. I'd give up my life for her. And I'd cry all night of fear of losing her. The one I find when I feel like crying. The one I ask to come and have a drink. The one I spend my weekends with. The one I look for when I'm in any kind of trouble, cause yes she helps me. Cause she's really all I got. My brother, my best-friend, my right hand.

I love you