To be a girl. To be a boy. To be a woman. To be a man. One has to love. It can be anything. Everyone loves something. Sports, books, movies and even other people. To be human, one must love. But sometimes love lies.
Love can be deceiving. Love can break you and leave you to rot, metaphorically. The strange thing about love is that love also mends and tapes you back together. Everyone is affected by love. Mothers, daughters, sons and fathers. Especially if the father leaves, unexpectedly and unannounced, only time he comes back is to fight with the mother about actually being in the real world not in her fairy tale world. Definitely if the mother is a alcoholic and acts if the world is her kingdom, while treating her kids as if the dirt on the bottom of their tiny feet is worth more than they will in a lifetime. If the only love in the world you received was from your twin, then you know that love lies.
Sometimes you get lucky in life. If the world gives you lemons, make lemonade don't complain about it being too sour. Appreciate it. If you look at the word appreciate, it is a funny word. Barely anyone actually does. Everyone says that they do but maybe they don't. When love is sitting right in your face, imagine a cute puppy or kitty or whatever is going to make you melt and say okay let's do it, do not always okay. That love will either be the best thing ever or be the death of you.
If you are about four or five years old, while your parents would be considered louder than a tornado.
