Childhood Sweethearts
Where does love go when you grow?
By Bethany GPublished about a month ago • 1 min read
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
I look at you and feel nothing but
sadness for who we used to be.
The boy and girl next door who
faced the world together;
now adults, strangers,
but too afraid
to let go.
Are we...
done?
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Bethany G
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Wow, I can feel the pain of facing up to the truth here. This is a beautiful poem.
I had a childhood sweetheart. His parents (for reasons of their own) separated us. After reuniting when we reached adulthood, we'd both changed so much, the boy I loved so desperately was gone and the man a total stranger I could barely like never mind love. Life can change so much.