Is it silly that every time I'm reminded that time is indeed passing, I worry that I'm too old for young love? The awkwardness, the gushing about some new boy to friends, the way we used to blush at the mention of sex - I miss that! And I'm afraid that w/ every day that passes my chances of that are growing slimmer.
I mean maybe it's a stereotype
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