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˚★What a tiring day. During breaks, only your arms give me the strength to continue. Fifteen minutes, I should eat, I should go to the bathroom, I should lock myself in the nearest classroom and cry, but no, your hug serves all of that purpose. The world becomes silent, the sounds of others passing by and having fun disappear, and only your breathing remains audible in our new world. A small world, but ours, next to the cafeteria in that little hidden stone spot, my head in your lap, our cold bodies trembling slightly because we were so focused on each other that in the morning we thought it was a good idea to go to school in just fishnets and skirts in winter. The cold also disappears, it takes a while but it goes away, it goes away after you say you were freezing, it goes away when I get up and grab your hand close to mine and sit closer, the cold doesn't try to intervene, just like the rain that doesn't care anymore about raining when I pass by your side, it's no use, a small human trying to protect another human who is only a little bigger, it's no use getting wet, it's no use hurting, it's no use separating because this small human that I am will always do everything in its power and more to always be by your side. Rain or shine, whether we're in fishnets and skirts or funky pants, whether we're on morning or lunch break, whether we're eating or running away from the school staff while we're sitting on the art room railing in the wooden cabins so we don't have to eat the fish served on Thursdays. Something as banal, as normal as dating was our whole world, being close to each other was law, it was breathing, it was being alive. It was all the synonyms of existence. All the conditions for something to be alive. It was as necessary as our presence in that stupid school that I miss so much now. I miss it. Just like I miss you.
