-Thoughts-

P R O L O G U E

"Every time I see you, I leap in gladness, I weep in sadness. Each and every time I stare at you, perhaps by your locker or at the park. I always think how deprived I have become: deprived of happiness, deprived of you. You make me live on to each day. Knowing that you will talk to me later, knowing that you care. I feel secure around you. You make me forget my worries; you make me forget the feeling of pain. But you see me as a friend, I see you as something more.

"But is it wrong to love another boy? I weep when I am not around you. Loving you is like committing a crime. Others think it should be punished, but beneath it all there will always be a reason why you did it. This is what I think about loving you. Even if the world shall punish me for loving you, I shall persist, only knowing that I am doing it for a purpose.

"And what is worth losing more of? Even now, when I stare at you, I only wonder if loving you at all will make me in the least satisfied. There are a few occurrences that could happen. I could live my whole life in secret, loving you as long as I live, and you could never know. Our friendship could be able to last for a longer time, without my worry of losing you. Or, I could tell you that I love you, and risk the possibility that I could lose you. And so I ask again: What is worth losing more: the possible chance of being loved back, or the possible chance of breaking our friendship? Perhaps it is better to tell you. Only time will tell. And in time I will know if words will truly never hurt me, when you come up to my face and reject me."

With those last few words, Bryon closed his journal and stuffed it under his bed, getting ready for the long day of school that faced him.

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That's the start of my second story. Chapter 1 coming soon!