I can see him before my one o'clock class. He can see me after his 12:30 class.
There are words I want to tell him, which is hindered by reality. There are moments I feel I love him yet he is standing far away between our souls.
I dared to skip my class today for seeing him more. He had to leave me for going home soon.
Who once said that love shouldn't be hard? If it is hard, it is not love at right time. Isn't it?