Young Love

It was the night of

my brother's birthday.

Celebrating 10 sweet years.

I thought back and back,

rewinding to my 10th year, 

reminiscing a past of innocence and happiness.

A past of playgrounds

and tag

and freedom and friends.

"Hey, Jonah, do you like anyone?"

He says he's friends with a girl.

Elaine.

"But do you like her?"

He says no but they're classmates, so they must be friends.

And his cheeks go rosy and he escapes to his room.

That's young love.

written on October 19, 2009 for Mr. Green's Monday Journal Free Writes (names changed for privacy)