'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

Back to you

Round and round and we go

Circling around each other. Wondering who'd make the first move

Wondering if we'd get hurt.

We pretend and tell our friends we are just friends.

But friends don't look at friends the way we do each other

Friends don't hug with the warmth entailed in ours

Friends arent this vulnerable, friends arent this extra

Round and round we go,

Each dancing around feeling we know still exists

Channelling them in subtle finger touches, hugs, arm pulling and eye contacts,

Round we go, dating other people to lie to ourselves we've moved on

But that's far from the truth,

each time we see each other, each time we talk, our guards down, our walls soften, our dopamine active.

we return to the cold summer evening, we first met.