Boys Are Different From Girls, But Boys

Mom Used To Say That Having Three Boys Was Kind Of Like Having A Pet Tornado That Talked Back.

I Feel So Out Of Place Here. No Matter How Much Money The Republic Throws At Me, I Will Forever Be The Boy From The Streets.

I Make Sure To Keep A Good Distance Between Us, Just In Case She Decides To Get Happy With A Knife Or Something.

Then Day Reaches Out And Touches My Hand With His. He Encloses It In A Handshake. And Just Like That, I Am Linked With Him Again, I Feel The Pulse Of Our Bond And His- Tory And Love Through Our Hands, Like A Wave Of Magic, The Return Of A Long-lost Friend. Of Something Meant To Be. The Feeling Brings Tears To My Eyes. Perhaps We Can Take A Step Forward Together. “hi,” He Says. “i’m Daniel.” “hi,” I Reply. “i’m June.

He Has Tears In His Eyes Now. The Sight Is More Than I Can Bear. He Takes Two Steps Away From Me And Then Turns Back Like A Caged Animal. “do You Even Love Me?” He Suddenly Asks. He Grips Both Of My Shoulders. “i’ve Said It To You Before, And I Still Mean It. But I’ve Never Heard It From You.