It's staying up late for each other & barely staying awake in class the next day. It's passing each other back glances & stopping to say hi, but enduring your next class right beside him. It's going to the mall, wandering around hand in hand, with a glance that's comfortable. It's watching a movie in the theaters with his arm slowly creeping onto your shoulders, & you resting your head in his arms. It's walking around at night, for no reason at all; his chest, her head, looking at the stars. It's uncertainty of how long it will last, a risk you're both willing to take, even if it means you'll have a broken heart. It's not yet true love, not like, nor lust, nor infatuation. It's teenage love, here to stay, to play with our hearts & never to go away.
