We are five rows and three seats apart
But there is an understanding between us
That results in our synchronized snorts of laughter
Every time our English teacher mispronounces a word
Like clockwork, your head turns to mine
When the class know-it-all gives a long, confusing answer to a simple question
Right on schedule, you drop by the clinic
To check up on my tummy ache after an extemporaneous speech
And while you still have no clue, I have already known for quite some time
That we are writing the greatest love story that has yet to be told.

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