Saying someone is too young to know what love is saying they are too young to know joy or they are too young to know pain. Whatever age you are you experience happiness when you see your lovers face as you approach one another and pain when the time comes that you only see that face when walking by one another — with half-assed intentions of not acknowledging you. Saying someone is too young to understand love is saying that their is an age requirement in order to feel your heart sink when your lovers fingertips no longer feel tender against your skin and you hear them stutter when you ask them about your relationship and where it may go. “You’re too young to be this upset over a relationship”. Saying someone is too young to understand love is taking validation away from their heart break as it feels like they can no longer breathe and it takes validation away from their tears as they’ve spent time crying over a broken heart, a broken love over and over again. Because shitty things happen to good people no matter what their age is. Love happens, breakups happens and make ups happen. All these things happen to us bring love as well as sorrow and pain. You just keep wishing that it would fucking go away, but you also feel that they were the best thing to happen to you and you would do anything to have them near you again. When you would do anything for them, when all you want is to see them happy, even if that happiness doesn’t include you and no matter how much it kills you inside, you love someone. Love is universal. Love is pain and love is hard. I’s tears, new experiences, desire, lust, wishes and silly and scary thoughts. It’s watching shooting stars and staying up all night to watch the sunrise only to admiring the way your lover looks in the early morning and under the late night moon. Love is tears and worries and anxiety and fear. Love is feeling hopeless but not giving up and love is sharing music and going to concerts and meeting the dogs and holding hands and braiding hair and going out to eat and dancing and feeling. Love doesn’t care if you are 16 or 46. Love hurts. And love is beautiful. Love is capable of making you feel magnificent. Love is capable of making you feel horrid. Love is any age. — Story by Ebony Wells.
