You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.

Only A Teenage Boy Would Agree To This: Deceiving Both Our Parents While Repairing Dangerous Vehicles Using Money Meant For My College Education. He Didn't See Anything Wrong With That Picture. Jacob Was A Gift From The Gods.

I Said It Would Be Better If We Weren’t Friends, Not That I Didn’t Want To Be.

Like We Were Connected, The Echo Of His Pain Twisted Inside Inside Me. His Pain, My Pain.

I Like It When Pessimism Goes Unrewarded.

His Eyes Flashed Open. “is It So Unbearable To Have Me Love You? Is That It?