I told my sister our story and she started to cry.
"How can you both be so stupid?"
She said it was too sad for two people
To love each other so much, yet be so dense.
And I just laughed, because what could I say?
She was right.
But what am I to do?
Our love was once young and dumb.
We met as prepubescent fools,
And now we're just grown up jesters.
I may mistake many things,
But what I do know is:
My name never sounds more right
Than when you're the one calling it.
My heart never races more
Than when you're the one teasing it.
And I never anticipate a message more
Than when you're the one sending it.
So perhaps we are stupid,
Maybe we're exactly where we started.
Call us young and dumb,
But even after all these years—
it’s the only way I know how to love you.