Sometimes i don't want to talk about The Lad with my friend but i do and it just sticks in my throat all the things i want to say that is just the truth just the painful truth. That the lad is not interested, there is no hope, why the fuck are you even encouraging me in this. It's hopeless. Then i remember she is very young, and for all the noise she makes about being worldly (i made those sounds too at her age, i still make them now), she still has hope for love and hope that her friends find love too. I cannot deny her that even if it gives me moments of hope. The Lad is simply a hope with no possibility. A pleasant dream, but it lives in unreality nonetheless.
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