'Adults' say we're too young to feel love is , does that mean there is a certain age when you're 'supposed' to fall in love ? I for a fact can say that I have no idea what love is , but certainly can feel it .
In specific , first love .you get butterflies , and a nauseating feeling in your stomach just like on a rollercoaster , I believe that is something that is not felt except for in young love , first love specially .
To define youth , I mean the youth within the heart , the kind of gentle wildness that makes each partner re-discover the wonders in the other all over again every time they lock eyes .
That youth only exists twice in your life , either when you're 17 or 70 , there is no in-between , you either take your chances at 17 or wish you did when you're 70 .
I didn't want to wake up one day , filled with regret from not going after what I wanted , even if it was not mine initially to start with . I'm a lover , not a fighter , but I fight for what I love.
Tick tock , 00:00 o'clock
"do you believe in love from first sight?" I hesitated.
"Not necessarily", he stammered . my heart sank to my shoes.
He continued, "I mean that , you don't need to see the person to know that you're in love with them , you can just hear their voice or pay attention to the way they care for you , and you just know that this is what you need for the rest of your life".
'need' , he kept using that word
"yea I get you ..." I finally spoke
"you do ?" , he sounded surprisingly hopeful
After what might have been a lifetime I finally realized I need to speak , so I hardly let out a breath accompanied with the lamest excuse "It's getting late , we should probably go to sleep"
"did I say anything that bothered you?" his tone was guilty.
"um no , I'm just tired , I'll talk to you in the morning okay ?"
"okay , yea sure , goodnight , take care"
"you too" . "love you" , I whispered while almost hanging up
What did I just say ?
"way more" , he whispered back .
Wait now what did HE just say ?
when it's past midnight , two things slip away , darkness , and truths .
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182 Days Of Beautiful Disasters
Storie brevi'Love will always be a game' A wolf in sheep's clothing , for help he cries . A girl with a glass heart, couldn't see his lies . Wolves pry , its in their eyes and she cant save herself , no matter how much she tries PS: all illustrations , includi...
