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i suppose i’ll never have the kind of young love people adore the grew up on the same street, can i walk you home just to steal one more minute of you kind of love. we didn’t share scraped knees or secret notes, you didn’t teach me how to ride a bike. our lives, continents apart, until the moon—patient, unhurried— decided it was time. and we finally realized we had grown beneath the same stars, the same relentless sun— yours a little harsher, though somehow i am still more tan. as if the universe had quietly aligned us, without asking permission. we saw the similarities too precise to be coincidence. no fireworks when we met. no crash. no blaze. just calm. conversations that flowed like they had been waiting for us, not us for them. maybe you didn’t teach me how to ride a bike, didn’t let me copy your homework, didn’t split your lunch in two. you didn’t watch me grow— the versions of me i broke and rebuilt. but god, i hope i get to grow with you, the history we didn’t have turning into the one we’ll make. because when you looked at me and said hello… i knew i was finally home.
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:52 PM UTC
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i suppose i’ll never have the kind of young love people adore the grew up on the same street, can i walk you home just to steal one more minute of you kind of love. we didn’t share scraped knees or secret notes, you didn’t teach me how to ride a bike. our lives, continents apart, until the moon—patient, unhurried— decided it was time. and we finally realized we had grown beneath the same stars, the same relentless sun— yours a little harsher, though somehow i am still more tan. as if the universe had quietly aligned us, without asking permission. we saw the similarities too precise to be coincidence. no fireworks when we met. no crash. no blaze. just calm. conversations that flowed like they had been waiting for us, not us for them. maybe you didn’t teach me how to ride a bike, didn’t let me copy your homework, didn’t split your lunch in two. you didn’t watch me grow— the versions of me i broke and rebuilt. but god, i hope i get to grow with you, the history we didn’t have turning into the one we’ll make. because when you looked at me and said hello… i knew i was finally home.
I never posted my poems before. thought it was time to let them breathe. Hope you enjoy
#hopelessromantic#younglove#yearning
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Corpusemeritus
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:52 PM UTC
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