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YOUTH, AN ODE

March 10, 2014

Youth, an ode burberry

Our youth, well, it was a time brimming with immeasurable beauty and constant brooding. One where the girls wore cotton candy hues, and so did the boys. We spent our days in a garden back then, lounging in our dresses on velvet sofas or resting on the pink walls next to rose bushes, longing for the one who never really sees us. It was a time where we daydreamed of arguments that trigger the longing, of the perfectly imperfect moment of that first kiss, and the death of the loved one which would create a love untainted by the mundaness of the world.

We would meet in the garden on any given weekday, not heeding to spatial time but rather adhering to the absorbing state of our youth. Sheer fabric for our dresses and the boys with their messy hair, you would find us laughing one minute, sulking the next. We thrived on the pang of our self-imposed angst — on unrequited love, our insecurity, and our boredom — and we were sure the world we knew would never change.

We had beauty and youth and we knew this; we were empowered by the conviction that this would last forever. We were immersed in our own contradictions ­— we were in love with our life and we hated it too. We wanted everything, but then, we would prefer if our daydreams remained just that, so that we would never be disenchanted by the world.

Story credit: Burberry.

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