Hit the Reset Button

He sits there, a content smile on his face, feeling tired, but uplifted by the night's work. I Swear by All 4 One begins to play, and the smile begins to fade, and he can't help but to think of her and how stupid he himself must have been, to think that it would've been possible. His attempts were/are futile, there's no chance in hell anymore. He despairs.

Now he sits here, the morning after, a joyous feeling filling his body from the sunlight pouring in through the balcony window. But his heart lies heavy. He questions himself: What does he really want? Who does he really like? How can he be so selfish?

Life was much simpler in junior high. The days were filled with puppy-love. All could be forgiven, we were still young, and unwise; but not forgotten. If ever any lesson like those we had whilst we were young are forgotten, how much immature and unwise would we be now? The days were spent explaining sexual innuendos to each other, now it's just accepted, but mind you, it makes joking around a lot easier.