“hehe” said the boy “you look funny” a grin as wide as the world rested on his face. Almost as big too. The boys jives were not met with the same joy which he soon realized. The girl glared like a bird that had just got her scraps stolen from a quicker one. She blew the top of herself. She got so angry she began to wail. And cry. She wanted her mom. The opening on the boy’s planet like face disappeared. It was not the reaction he expected. This lead to many thoughts many of which were unwelcome additions to his relatively innocent mind. But through the pain -mental- He became enlightened. He, from that day forth understood. He was a boy, She was a girl. They were different. He could bear things she couldn’t. Words. Harsh words. They didn’t bother him -for the most part- but her? They could cut her down faster than Nebuchadnezzar loosing his great kingdom. He had to be careful else she would be gone. Like right now. It was all his fault. He was alone because of words that he felt came from love. What does she feel about this? Gone and forgotten? Will there ever be reconciliation? I do not know. Will I ever?

-azie