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“Sometimes when people talk, they don’t always tell the truth.”
he wasn’t good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.
Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn’t get—and never would get.
Words were different when they lived inside of you.
And I wondered why some people didn’t like themselves and others did. Maybe that’s just the way it was.
Sometimes parents loved their sons so much that they made a romance out of their lives. They thought our youth could help us overcome everything. Maybe moms and dads forgot about this one small fact: being on the verge of seventeen could be harsh and painful and confusing. Being on the verge of seventeen could really suck.
But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.
“Maybe everyone loves differently. Maybe that’s all that matters.”
To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.
