One Hundred and Ten

Sometimes I really wish
my parents were okay with it
so I could ask them for romantic advice.

Not that love is the most important aspect of life, but seeing as I can't talk to them about writing, because they don't understand it, because they've never experienced the creative process, because they don't see words the way I do, read, watch, hear words the way I do, I think love should be something they can help with. Something they've done. and done well. clearly.
Isn't that what parents can do?

They're older, wiser, they've more experience, and they can know what to say, how to answer the questions I've still got, too embarassed to ask friends or peer groups.

'When do you know you're in love?'
'How am I supposed to know when she's different from the rest?'
'How do I know I'll never cheat, never have wandering eyes?'

or maybe simpler.

'It's our two year anniversary today; how does this shirt look?'
'Will you teach me how to lead a girl in slow dancing?'

or maybe not even a question at all.

'I had my first kiss tonight.'
'I think I'm falling in love'
'I've never felt this way before'

I feel like I need to speed up their coping process
so we don't miss out on sharing these moments together.