Last Year

Fri, 10/04/2013 - 00:37 -- ktina

In math class last year,
I sat so close to the door
I could almost feel the other students in the hallway brushing up against me.

The same year,
I met a boy with a nice vocabulary and
Something about him made me fidget every time his hand brushed up against mine.

I learned what love was–and not much precalculus–but
What wasn't taught in that classroom was worth so much more to us.

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