Looking back you’ll understand why
this is the year they all write their songs about.
This is the year synonymous with love.
It’s all around you –
romantic and platonic and unrequited and
never-ending even in all its fleeting glory.
There are promises and forevers
said with doubtless sincerity.
Friends are as good as family
until they betray you
and it hurts you more than any lover could.
This is the year of aching.
You lie awake at night thinking about the one –
you know the one – the one that will lead to your demise.
And so you go on dates with harmless sweethearts
with kind eyes and shy smiles
and try to forget.
And you’re thinking, You can kiss me if you want
(but I kind of hope you don’t).
This is the year you’ll miss the most.
When everything has settled down
and you feel like a human being
(and not a hormonal lunatic)
you’ll look back on it –
the way it made you laugh
the way it made you cry
the way it