People fall in love in mysterious ways.

I loved a boy who spent three whole years wishing he was high; I bet he is right now.

And then I almost loved another that just for a month and a half made me feel like I was high.

Suddenly it all made perfect sense: time does not mean anything.

The first one gave me at least two thousand kisses more than the second one; the second one gave me the brightest, purest smile. I would never dare miss the first one, but the second... I still mourn him, for he was everything I had ever wanted.