That moment in French class? That moment your sitting beside your friend, and the upper half of your body is lying on your desk? And then your friend declares he's tired, and he places his head on your back and leans into you? And you let him, smiling softly and genuinely? That right there is so pure because he's so warm. And you're not complaining. Because for once everything feels right, and you know you're going to be okay.