The relationship is beautiful, we have so much fun lingering in eachother’s company, at times it’s hard to sleep just knowing we’d be without eachother for those few hours. It is silly, inviting, fun, and harmless in the eyes of others. Alone we are hopeless romantics, sharing eachother’s thoughts and different points of views about the world in a single room, our favorite room. Statements are made remarking how our body’s belong to one another’s as if we had a sale sign on our foreheads. “Your body is forever mine, let it be heard no one else’s until the end of time.” Until the end of time. What an amazing feeling imagining never having to be alone again until the end of time. Daydreams of having our own place and growing old together race thru my mind almost every time he saids those three words. Growing old together would be nice, I feel unsteady knowing how young we are and how things could be changed drastically in the next couple of years. We are young. 16 years to be exact. At the moment, he is my everything but we are young. And when you are young you can feel things change and notice stuff become and feel different which is part of growing up. Arguments lead into a night of silence.. I’m alone. I don’t have my significant other and I am left to either fall fast asleep into my dreamless slumber or stay awake replaying what happened. In a way, I like the nights of silence. It is a feeling of how things used to be like when I was alone, I am growing up and it’s good to feel things from the past to slow time down a bit. In the nights of silence I think of how it would feel to be completely alone for the rest of my life and I think of how independent and strong I could be without you. I’ve done it before, why not again? I fall asleep into my dreamless slumber. And when I awake, I think of my night alone. I feel good. The day goes on and my mind is set on alone all together. I can do it. But in that very moment I get a call, a call that I’ve been desperately waiting for in the back of my head since the moment I woke up. And I think to myself “why is my body full of joy with the thought of having you let your beautiful words spill into my empty body from the night before.” My love grows stronger after that night of silence and I turn away the thought of ever having to be alone again. Because you are my everything, at this sweet age of 16. The most sweetest of age’s to be in love. And when the night of silence comes slithering into my room and crawling thru my confused and depressed mind, I will wonder if I’m independent and strong or hopelessly in love for the rest of my life. But until then my mind will be forever debating which side it is on.