Once upon a time, there was a man who fell in love with a boy. It was the first time such a thing ever happened to the man, and in his confusion, he bungled up what friendship he and the boy had. The boy, perhaps not knowing what he did, hated the man and began to avoid him and then finally learned to forget. The man grieved for the loss of his first boy-love and after three years of reaching out, the boy finally agreed to talk to the man. It was a happy ending of a sort.
Months after the renewed "friendship", the man fell in love again with another boy. This time, it was deeper. This time, it was more intense. It was the most intense feeling the man had ever felt and he ruined his life just to be able to get closer to that boy. But everything went wrong - so wrong towards the end and nobody in this world knows the complete ugly details of how the boy wronged the man. That was how bad it was. A man was broken and a boy walks free from justice.
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From the first tale to the last, this blog was the sole record of the important happenings in my life. It was only four years ago when I first wrote my entry but now, the weight of those additional years is upon me. I feel more experienced. I feel more mature. I feel old. Old enough to stop my manic writing.
Because I've finally reached my goal of self-realization. I know myself better.
Now, I prefer to just read and look back on who I was then.
I admit that it is scary - this growing old. It makes you wonder what other problems would come. But no matter, I know I'm ready.
I took notes while I could.
