No one taught me any important lessons,

growing up.

Like how never to throw away unopened envelopes

because they might contain hopes waiting to be realized,

someone else's memories,

or even something as mundane as money

Or why I shouldn't be wishing on stars

(because they crash, and

because they're really just giant gasballs

but mainly because wishes don't come true)

No one mentioned anything about the importance of sunblock,

or braces

or spoke of the inherent, ultimate solitariness of the soul

one can never hope to outgrow

But the most important lesson I never learnt

even now,

is not to fall in love with you.