When we were young

I remember the first time I drove out to see you. I was so nervous that I felt car sick the whole way there. When I finally arrived you were dressed so nice and I remember thinking how you must be an angel. We sat in your basement nervously smiling at each other until finally you looked at me and whispered "So, are you going to kiss me?"

You were 17 and I was 19

I remember the first time I stayed over. We weren't allowed to sleep in the same room. So, we would stay up the entire night through just holding each other and talking about what we wanted from life. Until your mother would come up and force you to go to sleep. You would always wake me up by the next morning by stroking my cheek.

Now it seems like that girl I loved. Is forcing on that smile that came so naturally. At some point I forced it out of you. We stopped staying up all night with nothing but each other in our arms. We stopped talking about the way we felt and yelled about it instead.

I wish you were 17 and I was 19 again