So I took a stroll into the town plaza instead.
Young Love
After a certain interval, my innocent young sister
seemed to fall in love with each teenaged boy who kissed her,
but these girlish fantasies just left her in a pickle,
for as you know, boys in their teens are usually fickle.
So, although each goodnight kiss to her seemed purely magic,
its likely aftermath was more usually tragic.
Prompt words today are aftermath, popular, interval and sister.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Disillusionment comes hard.
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So many kinds of love, aren’t there? But young love is the most enthralling. It wraps you up and carries you away and even though, later on, when you think of it you know it was not the stuff of which long relationships are made, still, it WAS wonderful. For however long it lasted, it was riding on a rainbow, too happy to breathe.
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Absolutely.
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