young-love

You don't have to, Henry. In here, I think my dream is big enough for the both of us.

I suppose you cannot hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.

There are people in my life who count more than playing soccer in Serie A

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I can__ quite figure out the difference between loving someone and loving things about them.

Young love-making--that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the things whence its subtle interlacing are swung--are scarcely perceptible; momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life to another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust.

And then Luke had appeared, like a gust that had come to teach me that in life, there was nothing more precious than life itself.

Somewhere in between, I had fallen for that boy.

We had been younger. Yup, you can grow a lot in the blink of an eye.

When did you first fall in love?""I think, I first fell in lovewhen I was in fifth gradewith this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight and made rainbows on my desk with it.

_, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,more perfect than all that a man can invent.

Love.Such a sweet, simple word. A word I've been searching for my entire life - but especially since I met Eio - and I never knew it. Until ow. When I hear it on his lips, I know as I can never know anything else - no numbers, no formulas, no scientific names - I know it's true. A piece slides into place in my heart, filling a hole I never knew existed.

So the first time she and Leo combusted, she'd practically been poised for the breakup. In some inexplicable way, she'd been looking forward to it and all its attendant drama, because wasn't there something nearly lovely__hen you were young enough__bout guts churning and tear ducts being put to glorious overuse? She recognized the undeniable satisfaction of the first emotional fissure because an unraveling was still something grown-up and, therefore, life affirming. See? The broken heart signalled. I loved enough to lose; I felt enough to weep. Because when you were young enough, the stakes of love were so very small, nearly insignificant. How tragic could a breakup be when it was part of the fabric of expectation from the beginning? The hackneyed fights, the late-night phone calls, the indignant recounting for friends over multiple drinks and in earshot of an appropriately flirtatious bartender__t was theatre for a certain type of person . . . Until it wasn't.

There is nothing like young love. It comes at a time before the heart knows to protect itself, when everything important is raw and exposed__he perfect environment for a soul-sucking, heart-crushing burst.

That's one of the first things that comes out of young people's mouths when they're in love. FOREVER. And that's cool, it's all good-until you get old enough to realize what forever is.

We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to be in love.

The only place Aletta and I could be together unseen was just under the rafters in the church tower, a circumstance that propelled us into an earlier intimacy than what we would have known had we been permitted to walk together Sunday afternoons under the wide sky.