We were all young once
All in love–
with the idea of love
A creation of the mind
Based on stories we grew up hearing
“he’ll come riding a white horse.”
“she’ll be the damsel you need to save.”
Adolescent, we search
For the image engraved.
And sometimes there’s a happy ending
And other cases….
Disappointment and heartbreak
We realize fairy tales are just rare dreams
And just like that, love is no longer deep infatuation
But rather something we know to seek the ends of the earth for.