Two

Two

  Time is a wonderful friend, it accompanies you through thick and thin, and gives you a part of its own existence for you to consolidate your thoughts. Now of age fourteen, he came to appreciate what few had thought so little of, one of that of course, being time. Things had subsided since 5 years ago, and home seemed like a place brighter than its former state. Unlike his counterparts that studied in the same room as him, he felt different, as though he didn't belong. It was the month of July, over the year and a half he had slowly begun to know this girl. This girl was different from others, her heart was genuine and it touched him so. By the month of September, they had managed to get together, happy as every new couple would be. Time passed, and with each passing day something different hit him, he began to lose himself, control of his mind. He began to get easily jealous and it was not long before he began to see differences, differences in what could be fatal. Results, communication barriers, things were difficult, and got the better of him. They broke up a little later, to many of their friends' surprise, for they seemed happy. Things were different now, his thinking changed. It was like he was starting life all over again, though he would do it gladly.