Just old enough to declare
and just young enough to be
We would stay up all night,
dragging our tired bodies to class,
We would return to parties
on a mattress not meant for two.
I had been an adult just long enough
to play around and find out things about myself.
But I was still childish enoigh to hope
it was your name on my phone screen
and sing along to the radio on our way to the diner,
and smile into kisses that were no longer firsts.
And some call it settling down,
making snide remarks at my comfort.
But they don’t yet realize that
there is nothing wrong with being settled.
We are college sweethearts-