Notes

Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter is the question he wanted to spend all his life answering. He wished to talk to her, to play with her, to laugh with her, to hear her pure voice, to cry with her, to be with her, to marry her, and to live with her until eternity. But he had problems. He came from a poor family. He did not know very good English. He had always been a lonely wolf, embracing his own self and thriving best in a lonesome matter. She was different. She was smart, pretty, beautiful, witty, wise, determined, hard-working, and lovely beyond all else. She was a perfect figure, a prize among all men. He knew he would never be able to reach her; their differences were too great to overcome, yet he kept trying. He did not understand what was going inside her head, but every now and then, she would show him signs of her interest in him. These signs gave him hope, a blind hope like a fish in tank, waiting to set free. He would go home and dream about her. He dreamed of a life where she belonged to him. He dreamed of a day when all his bad habits are discarded, and he loved her and she loved him. Days after days he dreamed, and the dream consumed him in bliss and hope. Nonetheless, reality contrasted vastly with his dream. He could not match with her knowledge, and whenever he was with her, he had the feelings that he could never please her. He wanted to reach to her inner heart, to explore her problems and ventured on helping her overcome those obstacles, for he knew she was hurting inside despite her constant smile. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he always felt that she did not need him. He was just a friend, an acquaintance, a stranger in her eyes. Sometimes she would notice him, casually greeting him with a simple smile, a short hand-wave, a little sign to tell him she saw him. However, the more he approached, the farther the their friendship seemed to fall apart. He was heart-broken.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who longed to become apart of his lover's attention. They had differences, and their differences soon became the ultimate roadblock between the two friends. The boy would think about the girl and ways to approach her, but his conscience, his mind would tell him to stop because he believed he was just an annoyance for such a perfect girl. Time flew. The boy had decided to leave the girl. He decided to never see her again, not because he had come to hate her, to despise her, to loathe her. He left her because he loved her so much. Many times he tried to forget her face, the sound of her voice, the sweetness in her laugh, the gracefulness in her motions. He knew she was too perfect for him. He knew she would never touch a peasant like him. He knew they should not be together, because she had a bright future waiting for her. She was a strong woman, beautiful and strong. She should not get chained down by some random dude in high school. He understood all this, but somehow, he could not tell his heart to forget her. Her image urged his heart to surge, his head to divert from her face, and his pace to quicken. They were creatures of different world. She of the advance species, and he a mundane human, like an elf and a dwarf. He had convinced himself to never contact the girl, even though the decision tore him apart. He loved the girl so much that he had sacrificed his heart for her benefits. He had decided to disappear, to evaporate, to extinguish. He had decided to disregard her, the only person he loved.

Once upon a time, there was a boy whom love had beaten and whose heart had been broken. He suffered greatly, but he knew his suffering was nothing compared to others' pain. And thus he chose not to speak from the darkening chambers of his heart. He chose to retreat himself from the world. He chose to consume his suffering and stored every pain in his chambers. He believed the human heart can stand indefinite amount of discomfort, that it had the power to repair, to forget. With each passing day, he shied himself from people he loved. He faked his condition, determining to put on a facade, to smile every day, like the girl of his love did to him. The deception gave him comfort, but it did not cure his heart. He was wrong. The human heart did not repair itself. And it did not forget.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who wished he were a robot. The robot harbored no feelings in his life source. No love, no hatred, no pain, no suffering, no shame, no pride, no sadness, and no happiness. The robot lived because it was programmed to live. Life was as meaningless as counting crows. He lived because God created him. He lived to sacrifice.