I finally had a friend. a real !
I loved doing him a favor so much. It was my way of showing my gratitude to him. To be his friend since I knew I couldn't give him anything else. He already had so many friends. So many important people.
I loved washing his car. Bring him something to eat. do his chores, which his mother stubbornly gave him, in his place.
I loved watching him play tennis. Pick up the balls for him. Carry your equipment. All I wanted was to stay with him. listen to him talk to me...
I had ended up believing that I should still matter a little to him. why would he hang out with me so much if that wasn't the case? even during the holidays...
And he was so beautiful... I never tired of observing him surreptitiously. He had everything I didn't have. beauty, class, confidenc
