We pass through youth like fish swimming across the sea, unaware of the reefs all around us, yet asking where to find the light. But youth is shrouded in fog. We search, and we lose our way.
They met at sixteen during a basketball game, and he took over her youth.
At thirty-six, she realized that love could be hatred. Facing each other with reddened eyes, it wasn't because they couldn't be together, but because they hated each other to the bone.
What difference did it make that they had gotten what they wanted?
May youth leave no regrets.
Theme: Youth is sweet, a remedy that heals; youth is bitter, a dream in pieces.
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