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Feb 15, 2007 11:14

It wasn't long ago nor far away when I would've questioned the very thought of age restraint on dating enforced by parents. I would've given the all too familiar "Love knows not to count nor numbers, age, gender, or faith. Who are you to tell someone they do or do not feel emotions so grand of those which are love and lust?" lecture, turned some heads, and point by point convinced the other(s) to think in my frame of mind. ...Or tried to atleast. Within the last 72 hours, although, my sights have gone astray, and I've come to see the light so many parents longingly wait for their kin to see.
Take this either way, but no implications should be present of my denying that "young love" is a faslity; It's simply more of a take on the sixteen years I've spent critiquing and watching people dear to me fall apart so suddenly. I believe it's rather for the best to keep just enough distance to walk away at any time. It's far more safe.
There's a certain person in my life--not a very close friend, rather an acquaintance, persay--whom is known for this quality. I envy them enough to say I more or less want to know how their resilience is so well kept. Also, their ingenuity and ability to slight themselves from that revolving drama is unreal. I want to sit down and indepth, question them; interrogating the very minute intricacies that are rooted so deeply within them. (They're going to remain nameless, as are almost all people in my blogs.)
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