Young Love

I am in love with this photo. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it.

I adore every detail about it.

That his hand is at her waist.

That her hand is in his hair.

How peaceful they look.

The fact that there is a fence around them - shielding them from the outside world.

And that they are up high - removed from everyone else. The skyline in the background.

The sunlight that is ablaze against the grey buildings. Setting fire to the sky, as if the act of saying goodbye to the Earth every single night fills the sun with sorrow and anger.

This photo perfectly captures the essence of purity and youthfulness, the beauty and naivety of young love.

It reminds me of the tale of Romeo and Juliet - the tale of a love that is so assured, so innocent, so breathtaking, that it's almost incomprehensible.

The kind of love that only some of us get to experience, if we're lucky.

Young Love is a fascination for a lot of us - it can seem so true, so effortless, so full of life.

The oversized sweatshirt she's wearing and the bracelets on his wrist suggest not only that these are two teenagers, but that this photo was probably taken sometime in the last five years.

They seem so calm and content in their little "cage of love". Protected somehow from the harshness of this world.

What if we could find a love like that? 

A love so powerful, that when the two of us were together, the whole universe would disappear and we would feel safe from any kind of danger that this world could ever attempt to create. 

I have to believe that that kind of love is out there somewhere - waiting for me to discover it.

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