The world

There once was a boy who lost his world. She left him on a hot Thursday afternoon. He didn't eat or sleep for days. By Sunday he had run out of tears to cry. On Monday his friends tried to get him back again. They invited him to the mall go pick up girls. They started talking to a group of them but instead of flirting or joking around, the boy told them about the love of his life. Nobody got any girls that day. One of his friends slept over. They went outside past curfew to go meet up with the local s**t. Watching them together made the boy cry. He envied how they could be so simple with no work. They saw him cry and comforted him for hours into the night. A few days later the boy went to the mall again. This time they told the boy not to talk, for all the boy could talk about was his world. They went to the movies. 3 girls and 3 boys. The girl turned her head and tried to kiss the boy. The boy could no kiss her. The boy then told her that he hasn't kissed a girl in 6 months. He was not letting that go to waste. He had spent 5 months with his world. He was not moving on. Comments on Social media are nothing. The boy was still in love with his world and he needed her. He couldnt do his hw. He couldn't talk to her. He couldn't even kiss any other girl. But yet he was surviving. He didn't know how. But he did know that he had hope. He had hope he would get that message on his screen. The message that she wants him back. That they made a mistake. He prayed every night to a god he didn't beilive in. He needed her. He needed his world.