parallelism's

The boy doesn't feel like a boy anymore, he can't handle the waiting, there are questions to be answered, roles to be filled, after all, the boy desperately wants to become a man, to ignore the calling is to ignore life itself, subsequent cry: I do love you, imprinted in my heart is a tremendous wish of being loved back, it doesn't hurt, if this is just a small percentage of what may be real love, I'll continue to appreciate every single bit, it grows exponentially and it illuminates me in ways that I never thought possible...