I was not disguested by the homosexuality of the boy I loved, but I was rather disgusted by how the world treated us in vain; as if we were anything less than human. It did not matter, because when you start to care deeply enough, you lose sight of the real world. ... You know you've fallen in love when you don't want to fall asleep, because finally, reality is better than a dream. Let our hands intertwine endlessly, do not be ashamed of confessing to the world of your dreams, of your desires, of your lies, of who you are and who you love. Let the world adapt itself to your love: without persistance, things would stay the same.