They say as humans, we are entitled to rights. The rights to live, the rights to freedom, the rights to have fun, the rights to love... We are entitled. But do every single one of us really have them? 

  A fair male with innocent round eyes gazed out of a van's tinted windows. Deep within the rich sea of brown, his eyes hide a sea of emotions that hits him internally. Sometimes, the waves are massive and they hurt him. Sometimes, the waves are light and they embraced him in an indescribable warmth. As he turned slightly to stare at his sleeping companions in the van, he gave a small smile and touched his chest gently. Right now, the sea was calm. He thinks.    As he returned his line of sight to the world outside of the van which has momentarily stopped at a traffic light junction, both his hands palmed the window like a child who was excited by a toy at a shop's window display.    His eyes danced with joy and excitement as he saw a man lifting a lady of her feet and spinning her around before placing her down slightly again. The man tucked the lady's stray hair behind her ears so gently as if he was afraid that he might hurt her even with the slightest touch. The couple's eyes were shaped like crescent moons and their smiles were so wide that the ends reached their ears.    The male in the van gasped softly, misting up the window slightly as he saw the lady placing a light kiss on her lover's cheek before a light shade of pink covered her own cheeks. He laughed silently as the