Young Love

This short story is dedicated to my crazy grandparents who, even after all these years, still manage to make each other blush like horny teens. 😉
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Love is a mysterious thing. It's wonderful and addictive, but can so easily slip through your fingers. Sometimes, you're only meant to learn a lesson and move on. Other times it's good and pure and lasts a lifetime. When you get that kind of love, you plant your feet on the ground and grab tight with both hands. You let it drag you, scrape you, hurt you, but you never let it go. You never let it go because young love, the kind that turns those butterflies into WW2 and makes your heart beat faster every minute, is one of the best kinds of love.