Old Lover Boy
August 18th, 2025
There's a soft spot in me— the sixteen-year-old, madly in love.
Do you believe in love everlasting? Goofy, sappy, bittersweet? I do.
They say I'm too old for this spell. I say being young isn't a curse— it's a cure.
When death rounds the corner and the bells toll for my spirit, I'll never be ashamed of dreams.
Life is so short. Snap your fingers—your mother's hair is gray, the kid next door is grown, and you're miles from home, on a road you never planned.
What ends... ends.
So, friend—cherish this. The innocence. The longing. Cherish it all,
Old lover boy.