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This is an angsty fic from Drew's POV.
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I sat alone, in my house. Of course I was invited to the
party, but I wouldn't have a date. Ryan had Colin, Chip had
Wayne,
and Greg had Brad. I didn't want to go stag. I wouldn't be happy.
Like I was ever happy any more. Sure, I loved my job, I loved the
people I worked with, and I had great friends. But could anybody
truly make me happy? I mean, you see the light in Greg's eyes
when
Brad looks at him. I've never had that. There is a guy though,
one
I've liked for a long time, but I could never tell him. The
thought
of rejection terrified me more than anything. That's all I had
ever
heard in my life. No and more no. I always heard the negative. I
knew
many people I was in love with. But, does anybody love me? I
thought
I should ask, but it didn't seem appropriate. It didn't seem like
a
question to ask. I didn't want to bog down my friends' happiness
with
my sadness. I didn't want to bring them down. They were on Cloud
9
and loving it. I'm glad they're happy. I wish I could be happy
too. I
try to bury these feelings of pain. The feelings that lurk when
no
one is around. The insecurity I feel. The pain I hide. I hide it
well. After a long time, it begins to fade. But, pain like this
doesn't. So, I try to act happy. But I'm not. Every night I ask
myself, does anybody love me??