Love is as love does...

The reservations that held him back from openly comforting her. The longing that she must feel.
The tension of the moment. His utter incomprehension.
Sometimes, he felt like an onlooker, though those two friends were close to his heart. Time spent for each other, that the other would never know.
He couldn't help but marvel at the hands of fate.
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Recess week has barely started, but the enormity of my situation is pretty unnerving. A major project due the next week, two quizzes, a summary (how do you summarize 24 pages?) and Comms editing to do. Well done I say!

Recess week is no recess indeed! ROFLMBFAO!