The years of youth prove fruitful with ambition and pursuit of greater triumphs. Our mothers and fathers are grand figures of influence and impressionism whenst referring to the curiosity and questionability of children, especially with dreams of future aspirations.
Justin's mother always told him to laugh in the faces of the things that could ever possibly prevent his goals from becoming slipping from his fingers.
Laughter is the best medicine.
When times are tough, laugh it up.
These little and almost meaningless metaphors stuck with Justin like honey on bees for his entire life. In the midsts of silence, a dry chuckle. His face in a perpetual smirk.
The days he felt he had it worst, despite it being ironically so, he would sit alone often times and laugh.
Ivan didn't quite understand these perplexities. he figured it best not to ask. Justin talked enough as it was.
All the times Justin told Ivan he couldn't have these feelings for him, despite the fact he always ran back to him, he would laugh. A nervous snicker, hiding whatever remorse and misfortune Justin had grasped and embraced with open arms and trembling fingers. Yet he would always wander back when Ivan questioned his motives of abherent personal isolation. Justin would always just laugh the blissful ignorance off of his shoulders.
Ivan never understood, but he would laugh, too.
