To the one I loved the most

Y o u n g L o v e

And is it so astronomical to say
That I loved him?
Has the idea of authentic young love plummeted so far into outer space that
I feel as if everyone thought we were nothing more than friends?
That I should be over him in weeks instead of years? That I should keep quiet behind closed doors the whispers of my elders have locked me behind? Should I have to fight, teeth and claw, for just one person to believe that it was, in fact, real?
Is it so hard to believe that I so deeply feel that,
Yes,
I would've been with him all throughout my teenage years
And that we would've grown and thrived together like the intertwinement of vines on an old cottage home
Is it so difficult to perceive that somewhere in my heart I felt that we would be together for more than half a decade but more like a lifetime?
It is rare, but it exists,
Young love in old souls;
Young but not juvenile.
Is it really something to laugh at;
Do I sincerely have to conceal that I felt I would marry him one day?
Young love is anything but childish