I was watching a movie the other day that I swore I would never voluntarily watch. It won’t do you any good to ask which one because I don’t intend to tell you. Or anyone. Ever. As expected, it wasn’t a very good film; however, in the midst of the watching, something dawned on me…
I kinda sorta really miss those all encompassing early stages of teenage
I don’t miss the wretched pining and weeping that comes after or during… even though I only recall behaving in such a manner on a singular occasion since I was usually the one doing the
Remember? No walls. No baggage. Just blind stupidity. Heartbreak be damned.
"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume."
~ William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet