It is staying up late for each other and barely staying awake in class the next day.
It is passing each other between clasees and stopping to say 'Hi' but ending up running to your next class right before the bell rings.
It is going to the mall, wondering around hand in hand with a silence that is comfortable.
It is watching a movie in a cinema with his arm slowly creeping onto your shoulders and you resting your head in his arms.
It is walking around at night for no reasons at all; his chest, her head, looking at the stars.
It is 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 is not yet true love, nor lust, nor infatuation.
It is teenage love; here to stay, here to play with our hearts and never go away.
BINABASA MO ANG
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