You can only write something like this after all the fire has died down and you're looking back with a hazy smile at the heady days of reckless youth. Youth? Why am I writing it like it's already done? No. This would be more like the opposite of my poem about first love. There's the fire and brimstone of first love and then there's the steady, warm hearth of long term love. Would you trade one for the other? One couldn't have been without the other, I guess.
"Cool"
Gwen Stefani
It's hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life...
Passes things get more comfortable
Everything is going right
And after all the obstacles
It's good to see you now with someone else
And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long ago
Time always kills the pain
Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
Look how all the kids have grown
We have changed but we're still the same
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
And I'll be happy for you
If you can be happy for me
Circles and triangles,
and now we're hangin' out with your new girlfriend
So far from where we've been
I know we're cool
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