ah, young love
Imagine me getting all giddy and giggly with the love story of two teenagers. I’ve only had one romantic relationship in my life, ever. As all, or most, young love stories go, it started out pretty nice, but ended up rather ugly. Anyway, it’s been a while since I ever thought of young love, and thanks to my brother, I’ve had to think about it again, albeit not entirely unwillingly.
All I’m actually feeling right now is rather silly for being all smiley and light upon reading all the ILYs and IMYs (it’s actually a shame how long it took for me to decode these acronyms. Man, am I getting old!) I read in their most recent chat (hahaha, chismosa si ate). If you’re reading this, which I doubt, you better make sure you close all your chat boxes next time you borrow my MacBook. Ugma, makatilaw gyud ka ug sungog sa akua, NYAHAHAHA!!!
I’m actually in a good mood to tease my brother about it right now (but sleep is creeping in). He says she’s not his girlfriend, yet. Oh, young love. How naive you are.