Young Love was Pretty Simple

Maybe it’s just me…

But young love was really pretty simple.

Oh, yeah… Young Love.

Once upon a time, it was…simple.   If you liked somebody, you let ’em know.  And if you didn’t, you let ’em know.  One way or another, you knew where you stood.

Young love was about sharing little inside jokes when the teacher wasn’t looking.  It was about passing notes in the hallway between classes.  It was about all the really stupid things you share.  It was about getting through those difficult adolescent years… together.

All our young lives we searched for someone to love. Someone who would make us complete.  We chose partners and changed partners. We danced to a song of heartbreak and hope… all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there’s someone perfect… who just might be searching for us.

It was no different for me…

Once upon a time there was a girl I knew that lived on another street in some other town.  She had beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried.

She and I had been through it all. The good times… bad times. The ups… and downs.   We’d known each other since we were kids.  And to me she would always be the girl next door – even though she didn’t live next door.  Every single thing that happened to me that mattered, in some way, had to do with her.

She was my girl…

Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what’s to come.

One night, I think we both knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be…

Other days.

New days.

Days to come.

Love makes you do funny things.  It makes you proud.  It makes you sorry.

That night we talked…

About life.

About our times together.

Maybe we weren’t the same two kids we had once been. But some things change. Some things last.  We were young and scared. And even though we didn’t know what was going to happen to us, or where we were going.  We knew that something was changing.

Young love doesn’t know the difference between “getting older” and “growing up”. But there is indeed a difference…

That night Pam and I promised each other that no matter what, we would always love each other and we’d always know that we shared the best days of our young lives together. It was a promise full of passion and truth and wisdom. It was the kind of promise that could only come from the hearts of the very young.

The thing is…we didn’t need to end our relationship with each other because we were getting older.  We just had to forgive ourselves…for growing up.

Yeah…young love was pretty simple…

But then again, maybe it’s just me…

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One thought on “Young Love was Pretty Simple

  1. nice. real nice.

    p.s. isn’t it funny how hard it becomes to stay vulnerable with vocal confessions of adoration? especially for the dude. culture tends to mock this as weakness, co-dependance, whatever. keep up the great work, my older bro.

    i have a lot of adoration for you too.

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