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TEENAGE LOVE

I still remember him. I was young then. I met him in the lively years full of joy and excitement, in the innocence of adolescence. I remember him, in love, romantic, innocent, still a child. In his eyes, I was the first and only. He was throwing stars and flowers at me. He believed that nothing would separate us and we would be together forever. My prince.

He was wrong. I hurt him, parted ways of irrevocable commitment, and continued my life without that love that I owed a lot. I broke the plush heart he gave me. I trampled on the little letters full of poems and forgot stars and flowers. Only a memory of an innocent love remained in the forgotten years that I cannot live again.

We met by chance. We kept in touch, I would see him once in a while. We talked about the past, saw that a lot had changed, and had a good time. As friends, we secretly mourned the feelings we buried deep in a box of childhood memories. Every year, the girl he fell in love with changed and moved away from the one he knew. Every year, he seemed more foreign, and the image of innocence reformed. Every year, I saw a different man in him, and every year we grew. That love didn't exist, but our meetings revived the images we left to fade.

Ten years later, I am a woman. I can distinguish the difference between a fad and real love. skilled at seeing things clearly and able to express feelings. Ten years later, he is a man. Ripe to decide, experienced to conquer, able to change me.

So, when our lips met again, by chance, from a small request under a tree, that meant a lot to us. I changed. The sensation flared in his chest, a reminder of the innocent years magically resurfacing. The feelings cried out for a place in the world that belonged to them. They asked to return to reality and no longer suffocate in childhood memory. Every time I kissed him, I discovered something I had forgotten, and the little girl inside me secretly refused to betray. The myth of teenage love awoke as if ten years had never passed.

So suddenly, where I thought everything went out. So suddenly, the love I remembered only from teenage bed carvings at night. It came back strong, sought a place in my heart, and challenged me to relive it. Feelings that won't let us part, kisses that elevate our moments. Now we are together, living our old fairy tale, my prince and his princess. Like two teenagers all over again, in love, sharing promises with stars and flowers, exchanging stuffed animals and little letters, as if ten years had never passed.

Created by Diana Chemeris

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