"Ricky"

During my high school years there was a member of the theatre department everyone knew. His name was Ricky, the token gay member of the theatre department. He had a beautiful voice and was a wonderful actor as well, one of those people that everything seemed to come easy to. This talent he had made him a bit of a snob and he was also member of one of the theatre cliques which gave him friends as well as enemies. He had never played a significant role in my life until our senior year. We had tied in our elections and had been voted Co-Thespian Presidents. This required us to work closely on all the endeavors our department made for the year, however I always ended up doing most of the work. Slowly, something about him began to change. It was like someone flipped a light switch because before long I found myself thinking and talking about him all the time. He could be a stuck up asshole but there were times when he was the sweetest soul Id ever encountered. It was at these times I felt so close to him and it seemed we had so much in common. It was Ricky who got me to see the truth about myself. At first I thought he was a goal of what I wanted myself to be, both physically and mentally, but then realized I had feelings for him. He never said anything back to me. I wonder if he ever knew how I felt. On the closing night of our last show (which we were both in) Ricky and I were the last ones to leave the classroom before the show and he gave me a big, long hug and whispered to me, Thanks for all you do Tim. That moment meant so much to me then. I never said anything to him of course; I was scared to. He now lives with his boyfriend of two years and goes to college and I'm alone. Who says it takes another person to break your heart?