The Fire Of Youth
Author: Don Fraser


There is no fire, like the fire of youth. It burns inside the young like blue fire. Their blood runs thin with passion when they see someone they admire from a distance. They are too ashamed to approach that person, yet they feel a need to. After a while love becomes supreme, and they confess their love, then they are but one.

I was that way in my youth. I too was in love, but I never told the object of my affection. So I have lived alone all of my life, and she married another. I have watched her from afar at the grocery stores and at the library and other places in town. I have seen her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. I often wonder if she loved me too but just got tired of waiting for me to approach her.


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