Teen love… I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday. I can’t get Saturday Boy out of my head. I never experienced it. That wasn’t the hand I was dealt.
I’ve been thinking lately about the fact that I really did come to this whole love and relationship thing pretty late in life. I dated as an adolescent (OK, “date” would not be the correct term. I fooled around and wasted time with boys.) but never had anything close to a functional relationship until my early 20s. I’m not up to (re) writing the hows and whys today. It’s all here. Note: I just used “SINgleGIRL” as a nickname when I first started the blog, and the old comments aren’t neat and tidy. Sorry.
And then I fell in love with a very inappropriate man and spent most of my 20s trying to make an impossible situation work. Or dreaming about it. I’m not sure which.
But my point, if I have one, is that so many people fall in love when they’re young. Deeply in love. I have an old friend who’s (still) married to her high school boyfriend. My grandparents met as kids and were together their whole lives. Most young love doesn’t last forever, but at least people have the opportunity to learn from it. Grow.
I didn’t start learning and growing until much later.
I’m not sure what any of that means. If anything. I just can’t get that song out of my head.