I thought, coming across his Facebook page.
He is mine now. Seventeen, and he is mine. But it only made things much worse. I'm still looking through his profile and it is the contentment I crave: it is the double-edged sword.
I might take a trip to the grocers, I don't know - it is pretty glum outside. A picture of him came up on my screen. He was in year eight, with a friend, at some park. Youthful - both of them were. The other boy was in the background posing in some sort of silly way. Haha, I couldn't believe how tall he's gotten. It is sad though.
I wish I was him.
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