Their love was young
Their love was pure
Their love was simple
It was the world that complicated it all.
With little cassette tapes of music only they understood.
With comic books and witty remarks. Conversations and silence only they could have. With bus rides that turned into something much more.
With hugs and kisses that should have lasted forever.
With her red hair and his black eyeliner. With her clothes that screamed “Eleanor” and his black simple shirts. Nobody understood their love.
Their love was pure.
Their love was simple.
It was their world that complicated it all.
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