Saturday, 31 March 2012

My opening post is not about linguistics...

...it's about love.




"Youth is quick to despair because it is so quick to hope."
I think that's what someone wise once said to me, or maybe 
I read it in a book because the truth
is easier to swallow in black on white.

When I met you I was no longer my teenage self.
"No one likes getting older, of course, but I would never want to go back."
I think I said, or maybe 
I was just casting around for something mature to say and feeling
like a liar because my teenage self
was wide awake and already looking for some way
to make you mine.



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