Before there was a name for it

I didn’t know the name for it: 14 years old, spring, going out with a girl on a date, getting a ride to the movies.

Innocent love, before it gets complicated with sex. Crawling all over each other with our tongues out, then riding home in the backseat of my parents’ car with the windows down, holding hands and hearing Lou Reed for the first time, the sun still out after nine.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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5 Responses to Before there was a name for it

  1. 🙂 Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Sweet. The sun still out after 9. Those were the days alright!


  2. rossmurray1 says:

    Honest to God, don’t you wish you could hear certain music again for the first time?


  3. Isabella Kai says:

    Hi, I nominated you for the Liebster Award. Check it out here  Have a nice day. Cheers!


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