Model/Actriz
Headlights
Growing up I had a friend
I haven't seen her in a while
When we were in middle school, I'd walk from mine to hers on snow days, and sometimes we'd ride sleds together in the street, getting pulled behind a truck
We also carpooled a lot, and shared a seat on the bus, and in 8th grade she was the first person I came out to
I trusted her, but not enough to tell her how my first crush was actually on another friend of hers
I don't remembеr where she introducеd us, but I felt like becoming friends with him as a friend of his friend was too impossible a distance to close without her finding out
I started going to her house more, increasingly so just to wait there in case he showed up
Her family would throw parties often at the holidays and I would go there wondering if I'd see him again
Whether it was at Christmas or at New Year's
There would be years he was absent, but I'd still spend those nights
Hoping his headlights would turn into the driveway
Over time, I started hating him, or I started hating myself
But I hated most how I'd pray each night
Asking God to make him see me in all the ways I couldn't
From Paroles Mania