We live in uncertainty.

Uncertainty: hamartia to adolescent hearts. The promise of a shared tomorrow is tempered by the nagging fears that a blink of sleep will take you away. That the frenzy of our youth will be spent and exhausted. That our capricious whims will leave us stranded, separated by inarticulate seas.

Our words need not supplant our kisses, but my lips will soon tire of mere capers. And yours will yearn once more to tickle my ears.

So teach me your mannerisms. Tell me your silly anecdotes. Show me your life—so that the flare of passion in this moment can mellow out into persistent embers.

1 comment:

  1. For once, I think your vocabulary is used in good taste here ;) Nicely done.