its stayin up late for each other and barely staying awake in class the next day.
its passing each other between classes and stopping to say H, but ending up runningg to your next class right before the bell rings.
its going to the mall, wandering around hand in hand, with a silencethat comfortable.
its watching a move in the theaters with his arm slowly creepin onto your shoulders, and you resting your head in his arms.
its walking around at night, for no reason at all; his chest, her head, looking at the stars.
its uncerainty of how long it will last, a risk youre both willing to take even if it means you'll ave a broken heart.
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