It was a usual Sunday morning,
I came in running to my best friend
Eager to spill it all out.
She saw me and said:
“Oh god, who’s he? Someone new?”
She knows me too well
To know that my eagerness in talking
Always has a guy behind it.
I started, “I’m in love, Marie, I feel like I’m in love, he’s so…”
She stops me mid sentence saying:
“Honey, you were never in love, you’re always in-like”
These words , “in like” got me thinking,
Maybe I was never really in love,
with any of the men in all my stories
that she has ever heard.
I run to her every time I have a new story,
A new crush that I think he’s the one.
I can’t help but be like any normal teenager,
If that’s how teenagers are,
With a new crush every few days.
But maybe she’s right
Maybe I was never “in love”
But is there even a relationship status known as “in like”?
Maybe all the guys I was “in like” with
Were just a representation of how
Being “in love” would be.
And maybe being in love,
Isn’t as fun as being in like
Maybe it’s less laughter, stalking & daydreams
And more tears, hiding and reality.
For being “in love” is growing up,
And being “in like ”
Is our cutest teenage thing
That we’ll laugh at
For the rest of our lives.
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