“You can drive at sixteen, go to war at eighteen, you can drink at twenty five, and retire at sixty five. So how old do you have to be before you love is real?” -One Tree Hill
TWPM wants to know: have you met your loved one? How did you meet? Or are you yet to meet them? How do you envision your rendezvous to be? Because all it takes in one glance to fall in love.
Happy Friendships’ Day readers. Cheers to our companionship!
Dried tears, fake smile
A reassuring pat:
Even through her
Pain,
At your heartbreak,
She put you first,
And ignored the
Shattering
Of her fragile heart
Knowing you’ll never forget the
Other One.
The old stories kept me awake at night.
The door closed, switched off the lights.
How we cuddled at precisely this hour,
In the cool breeze beneath the stars.
Those teenage days have long since passed,
Leaving nothing but memories and scars.
Of the relinquished love you promised,
Who knew years later, you’ll still be missed.
We were kids of fun and play,
Our love pure, no hate, no pain.
It was you and me against the world.
Now the idea is just absurd.
When I ran into you yesterday,
I didn’t know what to say.
I was delighted to say the least,
Of all the fantastical possibilities.
The possibilities, I’d cooked up nights awake,
Holding on to a hope, you’d given me to take.
Our teenage love, though misunderstood,
Will surpass all pestilences that it’s way stood.
That hope was broken beyond repair,
When you told me you didn’t care,
For me as a girl you liked any longer.
But this foolish heart, still for you, grew fonder.
And ever since then, the old stories have kept me awake at night.
The door closed, switched off the lights.
But meeting you yesterday has given me strength.
And I’ll protect me love for you at any length.
Yet the memories I can’t keep any longer.
They make me weak, not stronger.
How we cuddled at precisely this hour,
In the cool breeze beneath the stars.
The World Past Me 