Young Love.

It was 8:00 pm. Dinnertime was over. The dishes were done, the Tables were clean and everything was in its right place. Everyone was either watching TV or minding their own business. While I, on the other hand, was busy trying to sneak out, trying to quietly close the door so no one would hear. My heart was pounding so loud my own ears could hear it, my hands were trembling nervously as I held the knob and closed the door behind me. At that instant, I jumped over the fence and ran as far as my feet could take me. I knew I was going to get in trouble, but I didn't care, It was too late to turn back anyway.

I was running towards our meeting place, that park behind her house. My foot treads and my heart was thumping in unison. The moon seemed to be following me, looking at me, as if blessing me on my daring deed. The stars were nodding with approval and support, cheering me on. The winds were calm, and the trees swaying to the gentle breeze. The road was empty, and so was my heart. I needed to see her tonight, there wasn't any time better than tonight. My heart was aching for a glimpse, even just for a second. I was racing towards the park, holding on to her promise she'd be there.

I arrive. The lamppost was glowing red, reminiscent of the red sun. I catch my breath for a second, let Oxygen catch up with me. Wiping the sweat off my brow, I was Trying to calm down. Where could she be? What's taking her too long? I was trying to be patient, even if I know they could be looking for me any second now. Then I heard footsteps. From the shadows I find someone walking on the stone pathway behind me. I knew that face. Without warning, we ran towards each other and clutched each others' waists. We kissed like we'll never see each other again. That minute felt like eternity, an eternity where I'd like to stay in. I lift her and spin her around, and kiss her once more. With her touching my face, it melted the anger in my heart. My prepared sermon was reduced to saying "I love you. I'm sorry". I felt her tears touching my cheeks, as she reciprocated the same words. It was perfection, a glimpse of heaven in my arms. But my stay in heaven was going to be cut short.

Someone was shouting her name, frantically running towards us. "Who is that you're with? Get back here this instant!" It was her grandmother. This was not a beautiful sight. No warm welcomes and pleasantries. Without warning, we ran. We ran away from her, laughing. Laughing at our foolishness, laughing at her at the same time. Reckless at it may seem, we didn't care. We ran even though we know we'll get in trouble. We ran away from Logic, We ran from away from Walls. We ran away from the world. It was only she and Me. Nobody else.

Looking back, Young Love was so good. Where age didn't matter, where money or social status was no object, where priorities were not necessary, where time was abundant, where friendship was the cornerstone, and. where gossip was nowhere to be heard.

Where it was all about Love.
Nothing else. Nothing more. Nothing less.