We're YoungWe're young and I love you, and from halfway around the world you love me too. From halfway around the world, you say it back; we're young and I love you.More Like This
We're young, stupid, naive. What is love? I don't know, neither do you. God, does anybody? Truly?
But maybe it's a thought. Or a feeling. Or a state of being, existing in a reverie.Just you and him, isolated. Maybe it's when you go to bed thinking of him, and wake up thinking of him.
"Are you tired?"
"You've been running through my dreams all night."
We're young, and what is love anyway? Who the hell cares. Why question something so beautiful? So disastrous? Something so gloriously mind fucking? You're there but I want you here. I'm here, but you want me there.
Is that not enough? I want you, you want me. Why must the object of our desire always be something or someone so dreadfully out of our reach?
We're young, I'll jump on a plane. Be yours forever. It's a fairytale. Why must the object of our desire always b