I have never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished fifth grade a year before I did.

Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.

Growing up simply means losing some people.

When a guy you love takes your love for granted, let that same guy suffer in silence and feel the pain the absence of your love brings.

Written By OWANS

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