friends

the little boy still cries from time to time. he still feels alone almost every single day. he had more friends than most anyone else in high school, but they were never enough. they were never enough to make him feel like less of a freak. less alone. they loved him. they adored him. but they could never be what he needed them to be. someone who had the slightest idea of what it was like to grow up right along side all of them, gay. gay and unlike any of the rest of them. the prom queen, the football hero, the cheerleaders, the class president, the valedictorian, the student council president, the party girl, the cutest boy. and he was there with them. not fitting into a single one of those categories. he was the gay one. the sarcastic one. the one that threw all the cool parties. the one that made everyone laugh. he was described as the glue that held them all together. he was the one that was falling apart.