To say that didn't touch me would be a lie. If you truly think about it this poem is true. Teenage love isn't true love, not lust either. It's an entire different entiry. And your poem shows that it is a truely special thing. The late night talks on the phone. Going to see them in the hall for just a minute because that one minute is more than enough to make you happy. And no matter how much you may hurt inside, you'll always be there holding their hand, wiping their tears, because teenage love. Is a pretty damn strange thing but it is something that we may never experience again. Thanks for the great poem.

-Dan