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Why, why, why couldn't he understand?
Why wouldn't he just love me, for me? Why didn't he care?
Warren scoffed. Love was not something his father was familiar with. Never was, never would be. And so, as follows, Warren did not understand, nor hold love either. He wanted it, sure, who didn't, but he could not have it.
Have it. Love was not really something to have. You couldn't grasp it, you couldn't hold it, or kiss it. But you could give it, and Warren so desperately wanted to, if he just knew how. How to fall in love, how to give his heart to someone.
But he didn't, he didn't know anything about love.
Maybe it was overrated? Maybe everyone built it up to something far, far greater then it truly was. Maybe it was a lie. He wasn't sure.
Love. The word confused him, and as he pondered it, while flying high in the sky, he laughed.
Love was something he understood, he decided, it was just something he didn't have, but maybe, just maybe, one day, he could.
He could have a love that raised far above all others, maybe. One day.