An Age For Every One

At age seven you begin questioning sexuality. You see a boy who likes to tease you a lot and you never understand that it was never because he hated you. It was because he fell in love with you. You don’t and will not understand that until you’re thirty.

At eighteen, you fall in love with what you thought you knew love was when in reality it actually isn’t. It’s just a pang that you can never retract from your heart as you watch the man you’re in love with, with a new girl and you can’t stop crying; but the boy who used to tease you ends up comforting you.

At age twenty-nine, you’re almost at the prime of your life, and you’re beginning to think about who it is you should marry because you’re still in college and you’re a very accomplished student sticking to your studies. You realize you’re still in love with the man you fell in love with at eighteen, but someone new; “next best thing” comes in. You feel small but this new man makes you smile and feel brand new but you’d rather settle for less.

You’re thirty-four at the age of your dreams’ accomplishments and you’re ready to get married. You still need to stick with less, but why when you could have so much more? “Move on” you say to yourself, written poetry and letters were all you had sent the last man who made you smile. You know exactly where to find him because he’s the first person to tell you he’s always been in love with you.

Go look for him. Because you only fall in love once and he’s always been there all along.