Teenage Love

     To throwing stones at her bedroom window in the dead of night.

     To text messaged sweet nothings that he sent to make her smile in class.

     To secret meetings in gas station parking lots where they strolled, hands intertwined.

     To sitting on the front lawn of the high school, gazing at the blue sky.

     To sharing a pair of headphones so he can smell her hair and she can lean her head on his shoulder.

     To the quick hugs in the hallway as they run to class.

     To the long hours spent talking online, less than three's covering the screen.

     To the promise of forever that drowns the worries of tomorrow.

I suppose they could say we're rushing in. . . That we don't know what we're doing.

Well, I ask them, when did love start making sense?

Maybe we are rushing.

Honestly, who cares? It's love.


So here's a toast. . .

     to the crazy

     to the stupid

     to the nonsensical

Here's a toast to teenage love.