Sunset Musings
- Rachel Birnur
- May 14, 2020
- 1 min read
There's something about sunsets, that reminds me of some good old days - particularly my teen years.

I was maybe fourteen or fifteen, and I still believed that the first boy you confess your love to is going to be your 'forever'. Sitting on stone boulders and watching warm sunsets, we'd talk about how school was so exhausting, how our parents were growing extra strict by the day, or studying for competitive exams was such a mood kill.
We had nowhere to reach, no deadlines, no trust issues, no huge walls of insecurities - only but to purely live and love momentarily.
We never made false promises to love each other forever nor did we ruin innocent relationships with our carnal feelings. Gingerly stolen kisses and unexpected hugs meant everything to us.
It felt like two great friends, who knew in and out about each other, talking their hearts out, laughing at silly jokes, and hoping the evening doesn't come to an end.
Growing up taught me a lot of things, one of them is that your childhood love won't last forever, but despite the heartbreak, you'll cherish this feeling the most, for the rest of your lives - because it is too pure to let go. It's innocence at its best.
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