The young, they never have the proper space for love: a place of their own for them to get together through the quietest hours of the night, a private room for them to awake calmly and slowly into the most colorful, bright hours of the morning. They lack the (subjective) time and confidence and (social) permissions or tranquility of conscience to remain together after sex, when true intimacy takes place, wondering and speaking until falling asleep, dreaming deeply with safe holding hands. No, for some reason, the young never have the proper space for love; but they have what it takes: they're young.
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