Intoxicated.

We were young and didn't know what was to come. We made mistakes but that was only because we were learning, we made memories that would always be a part of us. We were teenagers who wanted a thrill. We flirted but it meant nothing more than a crush. I felt butterflies when you were discovering love. We were confused about what we were and who we were. It was us seeking happy days filled with ecstasy and drug-like hallucinations. We spent most of our time being curious about whether we were happy growing old or nostalgic to grow past previous experiences. We weren't old enough to understand but what we understood was that we would be a major part of each other's lives. We weren't going to be easily separated by the future rifts. We cried and shared joy, we cuddled and kissed our days away. We gave our all but age really did us damage. But we didn't stop at that, we fought fate. We made it a couple years later but still didn't know what we were or who we were.

We thought of it as love because that was the most obvious answer but we truly didn't know what was love and how to show it, we just needed comfort. Maybe it was us not wanting to lose each other because of the time we spent together or we were just suffocating ourselves but whatever it was, it always led us back to each other. Every argument and agreement, every win and loss, every good and bad, we always found ourselves back to each other. No matter how many times we aged, we still couldn't tell what it was that always led us to each other but we didn't care. We were happy just being in each other's presence and as much as we aged the more childish we got. Our childish personalities suited us so well that it gave a sense of comfort knowing that maturity didn't have to catch up to us. 

We aged again but we were just going up in numbers. It meant nothing but it was everything. Our lives weren't coexisting and we were drifting but the days we felt abandoned or lost were days we realized how much we yearned for each other. Time goes by and our maturity starts to show, our features start to grow and our insecurities start to show. We are now old enough to understand what we had but what we had wasn't what we knew. 

Written by Alyssa Chin

Photo Credits: Ani Asoyan