The saddest thing is watching boys become men. Their smiles get sharper, their jokes more impaling. The soft sides of their laughs flip and direct toward you with a scrutiny you hadn’t known before. What was once a sweetness nestled in their chests turns sour and all the hugs you shared are replaced with an icy distance filled with rumours and insults. When boys become men, you watch them shift from comfort to what you fear.
(Of course, not all boys. Just, apparently, most of the ones I used to hold dear)