you would want to drink, but with tears. These tears are not tears of happiness. These tears are from being hurt so much and finally letting go of what I thought was love. People tell me, Your too young to know what love really is. I reply with the answer of how so, when your just a kid your parents tell you they love you and God loves you too right. So what makes me too young now. What gives you the right and power to tell me I don’t know what love is. Sitting there shaking my head thinking to myself if only you knew. That I once was in love, actually madly in love. My love for this one was so strong that I pushed everyone and everything away just to have enough space to bring her in closer. To let that one into my life into my heart. Time went on we spread apart she moved on I moved home. First couple nights I lay awake thinking what could I have done to keep our love, what could I have done to stop the fights, and will I ever be able to love again. This cup I’m holding in my hand is it a tiny cup, this cup is the size of a full grown giant. Although it took me so long to fill this cup, it didn’t take me long to climb to the top. My emotions I pour out our my tears, and my cup I stand upon are the ears that listen.
Love is real. There is no age requirement for love.