We have exams now,
so I don't get to see him
like I used to.
I spend my time in my room,
armed with a pen,
preparing for hell.
But it's good,
when me and him are together-
even if it's just in the library
sitting together
studying together,
because we're together.
On results day, we celebrate together:
passes and passes
passes and passes
university-desired scores
and passes.
When we get back to the dorm,
he pulls me into his arms,
and he kisses me.
(It's a little bit like fireworks in my belly.)
YOU ARE READING
weird boy
RomanceHe wears a Halloween costume everyday, and won't look me in the eye, but that's why I think he's beautiful.
