The boy looked the girl in the eyes and said: "I feel you when you think about me, so please don't miss me when I'm gone."
The boy realized it was a game all along that everyone decided to take too seriously.
The boy realized he didn't want the girl for her body and to satisfy his lustful desires. He wanted a partner to explore the stars with. That could hold him when all was dark.
Then they launched the boy into the atmosphere without a parachute. So, he learned to fly.
The boy grew tired of the image he projected on all he saw. Alas, he didn't know how to work the projector.
The boy realized that AI will be guided by what society teaches it first and said: "We are all going to die".
He looked at her and the boy said I do not strive to be in your smile, I do not wish to be the glimmer in your eye, or the warm touch of your fingertips, but to be the sturdy arch of your feet. That even when ignored will remain with you in every step. That will support you on the long walk to your glorious self.
The boy was as equally blessed as he was cursed. To gain in one area he realized he must start to lose in another, but what was he willing to sacrifice for what he needed to survive.
It was a good thing the boy was as cute as he was or someone may have bashed his head in by now.
The boy realized that the labels he chooses and that are given to him are like shoes. They wear out and must be tossed eventually. That their only purpose was to cushion his soft sensitivity from the harsh reality of the jagged edges.
