Listen to: Teenage dream by Stephan Dawes while reading this.

My teenage dream wasn’t just a fleeting glance,
but a love that’s deep, a true, lasting dance.
Not starry-eyed kisses or messages sent,
but wild, wine-soaked nights where our hearts are spent.

No late-night drives or cuddles so tight,
but romcoms and hugs that feel just right.
Not small love notes or butterflies flight,
but words that warm hearts through day and night.

Not walks hand-in-hand or strolls through the park,
but talks that linger and hugs that spark.
Not falling in love but a steady, strong flame,
in love with dear friends who know my true name.

My teenage dream’s not romance but friends who stay,
from kindergarten days to those who come our way.
My heart races with joy, my soul feels alive,
with friends who make my spirit thrive.

My dream’s not heartbreak but growth and delight,
in shared laughter and memories bright.
Thankful for friends who’ve walked by my side,
and for new ones yet to join this ride.

So here’s to my friends, my chosen few,
in my teenage dream, they’re my sky so blue.
Not a guy, but the love that we’ve all shared,
in their company, I’ve found a love declared.