Originally Posted By: crazy gecko
I met a boy yesterday. He knew what semen tastes like.....He was crying, but the tears flowed from my eyes. That boy was me, 24 years ago.


I met that boy too. He was 13. But it was him who hated me. For not rescuing him, not saving him. I had to ask his forgiveness, and then set him free to be a boy again.
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Sarah McLachlan