Young love is restless and impulsive, impatient and excitable. It can’t wait or persevere. It is unable to contain the size of its own self and seeks to give shape and form to its inner being. Ask me; I was a young lover. Naive, innocent, hopelessly romantic! Lucky for me, I was held back by fear and inhibition that prevented me from giving in to the usual motions of a young lover. And I was (and continue) to be an old-fashioned romantic. Not so much hormonal as emotional… if you know what I mean.
Unfortunately, not all youth are bound by fear or inhibition, and they fall into some not-so-healthy behavioral patterns. I think I was lucky that Mom/Dad didn’t give me a tight slap when they learned about my youthful romance. I wonder if I will be able to have that kind of generosity!
