Loved and lost or loved and feared or loved and worked through it all?

Freckledfaced boy moved from the big city, and he said that nature was the most intimidating thing that he'd ever had to experience. When he finally got his license, he couldn't help but swerve so that he could hit the birds that didn't fly away too soon. He said that he always lost a part of his heart when he heard the crunch, but he couldn't deny the fact that controlling such an infinite kind of end to something gave him a feeling of power that he'd lost in the move. Sometimes people tell him that respect through fear isn't respect worth having, but he throws their bibles in their face and tells them to readminister their faith instead. They tell him that it's about loving, not fearing. He scoffs that love with fear is no kind of true love, and a romantic from the crowd screams that if you're not scared of losing the person that you love then you're a joke to anyone that's ever been in love. Freckledface has been laughing for the past ten years, and cobwebs are growing on his heart. There would be woven webs of bitter goodbyes, but no one ever got close enough to carve any sort of impact. Freckledface drives around, running over birds that don't fly away soon enough. He used to do it for power, but now he says that he's putting them out of their misery.