Romeo said it best: "Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn."
When I look at young love I laugh. I know I was once there, but for some reason I always felt me and John were the exception. Whenever I see teenagers gushing with love and showing off engagement rings I often wonder how long that will last. I had many teachers telling me the same thing, constantly. I have, so far, proven those people wrong. After 11 years of being together I think it is safe to say we will make it to the end. I can't imagine my life being spent with anyone else. I guess that's what these teenagers think.
Much like Romeo and Juliet I felt that fleeting love that I think every teenager has at some point in their life. That surge of hormones that is telling you to do the exact thing that you are not supposed to be doing. Edging closer to oblivion. The dare of it all, the quick game of chicken. It is absolutely thrilling to someone who enjoys rebelling all too much.
I can remember when all that was on my mind was sex. It was a fun to play this game. To see how far you could go without anyone knowing. The thrill to keep our secrets a secret. It was daring, it was rebellious, it was sneaky.
In order to pull off the crazy antics John and I did we had to be crafty. Looking back on it all, it was really daring. I guess that's what made it so exciting. I felt like I was in the play. Much like Romeo stepping into a foreign world of people who hated me for everything they thought I was. I have never been those things. I was a lost teen, who turned into an adult that acts like she's got it together... When really I am falling apart.
I felt that my love could keep us together, glue us to one another, and that everything could be perfect. All we needed was my lips to touch his. Teenagers, they are so blind, and Romeo and Juliet are proof that love doesn't take you anywhere but death.
I didn't know what I was getting myself into, didn't realize how truly hard it would be to juggle a family, a husband and finding myself... I never did find myself. I have found myself lost, searching, floating, but never having completely landed.
Through the impossible years, the fights, the threats of divorce, the simple waste of breath on words that will never be taken back. I see it myself, our young love, it always somehow pulls through. He is that boy and I am that girl. Completely wasted on each other, drunk with love. It is poison to the heart, but it feels so wonderful. If only for a minute, if only for a little bit. Then, like Romeo and Juliet, it will end. It will just be another fairy tale, another broken story, another tragedy.
When I look at young love I laugh. I know I was once there, but for some reason I always felt me and John were the exception. Whenever I see teenagers gushing with love and showing off engagement rings I often wonder how long that will last. I had many teachers telling me the same thing, constantly. I have, so far, proven those people wrong. After 11 years of being together I think it is safe to say we will make it to the end. I can't imagine my life being spent with anyone else. I guess that's what these teenagers think.
Much like Romeo and Juliet I felt that fleeting love that I think every teenager has at some point in their life. That surge of hormones that is telling you to do the exact thing that you are not supposed to be doing. Edging closer to oblivion. The dare of it all, the quick game of chicken. It is absolutely thrilling to someone who enjoys rebelling all too much.
I can remember when all that was on my mind was sex. It was a fun to play this game. To see how far you could go without anyone knowing. The thrill to keep our secrets a secret. It was daring, it was rebellious, it was sneaky.
In order to pull off the crazy antics John and I did we had to be crafty. Looking back on it all, it was really daring. I guess that's what made it so exciting. I felt like I was in the play. Much like Romeo stepping into a foreign world of people who hated me for everything they thought I was. I have never been those things. I was a lost teen, who turned into an adult that acts like she's got it together... When really I am falling apart.
I felt that my love could keep us together, glue us to one another, and that everything could be perfect. All we needed was my lips to touch his. Teenagers, they are so blind, and Romeo and Juliet are proof that love doesn't take you anywhere but death.
I didn't know what I was getting myself into, didn't realize how truly hard it would be to juggle a family, a husband and finding myself... I never did find myself. I have found myself lost, searching, floating, but never having completely landed.
Through the impossible years, the fights, the threats of divorce, the simple waste of breath on words that will never be taken back. I see it myself, our young love, it always somehow pulls through. He is that boy and I am that girl. Completely wasted on each other, drunk with love. It is poison to the heart, but it feels so wonderful. If only for a minute, if only for a little bit. Then, like Romeo and Juliet, it will end. It will just be another fairy tale, another broken story, another tragedy.
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