Young, Summery Ignorance

They say, young people do not understand love. They do no comprehend the rigors and the trials love brings. But never have I seen teenage summer romancers blossoming into bitter divorcees, battling each New Year’s Eve with projectile glassware.

Instead, they hold a perpetual romanticism about these forgotten loves, the ones that weren’t real or serious or hard. No deep resentment hides within them, only the residue of a humid hope that died in August. Never hate, though– never loathing. Of course, I am young and do no understand love. Perhaps sleeping in different beds is part of what all that adult-known mystery entails.

About derekberry

Derek Berry is a novelist, poet, and student located in Charleston, SC.

Posted on October 2, 2012, in Blogging, Fiction, musings, personal, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. there is no understanding love – but if you can love and lose and not loathe, you have it made

  2. 최다해 gongjumonica

    You have a point here. I am young too and cannot say that I have experienced enough, but I daresay that there’s something appealing in the innocence of young love.

  3. Perhaps sleeping in different beds is part of what all that adult-known mystery entails.

    It worked for Ricky and Lucy.

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