We were too young when we met for the first time, on the playground, surrounded by mud-eating, sobbing peers. Between my pigtails and your missing teeth, we didn’t know what to point and laugh at first.
We were too young when we shared our first kiss, under the mango tree, our silhouettes obscured by the setting sun. We didn’t know what it meant or where it would lead, only that we barely had a minute to ourselves before the sun would rise again and the challenges of a new day would weigh us down.
We were too young the first time we broke up. It was a silly fight, ending in too many tears and vengeful texts. We were immature the second time round too, this one over a serious matter – our future and education and long-distance.
But all that was a long time ago, even though it doesn’t feel that way. In my opinion, we are too young today too, as we gaze into each other’s eyes and watch everyone watch us fall deeper in love. I think we are too young to tie the knot, but I wouldn’t want to be even a day older.
(Picture credits: Canva)
