Can one mistake really destroy a lifetime together?

I hope,” he replies softly, “to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away.

Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart. He is beauty, inside and out. He is the silver lining in a world of darkness. He is my light.

He loves you, really he does. He'd love you even if it destroyed him. He matches you.

All it takes is one generation to brainwash a population and convince them that reality doesn't exist

Boys are different from girls, but boys are also different from other boys, just as girls are different from other girls. Calling a book “for boys” or “for girls” is well-meaning, but to me, not terribly helpful.

The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words.