us. holding hands, listening to the man play the guitar near the grassy park we used to play when we were younger; the glistening of the sun shining so bright, it was perfect. too perfect. i knew things like this don't last forever, i was too naive — to selfish — i wanted it all. of course, i obviously didn't expect what was going to happen later on — i didn't know what the harm it'd cause, for i am a boy.. and boys can't like boys.. they can only like girls.. right ?
