When I was a senior in high school I took Teen Clothing first hour, the class obviously a joke, better known as social period. There were four of us girls who would take turns picking up the orange juice from the cafeteria before school. None of us really hung out outside of school but it didn't matter, we'd spend all hour-everyday chatting about whatever and whoever seemed important to our 17-year-old selves.
(That is one of precious things about where I'm from, it really didn't matter who you were. If this was your home, you had people to talk to.)
One of the girls had a boyfriend who she'd been with for about a year, and it was during this class when I first noticed how a person madly in love talks about their fire.
She couldn't not mention him, at least once a day. But it was so not an annoying thing. She wasn't trying to prove anything, she just loved him so plainly that he was part of every story, part of her really. She spoke his name with simplicity but excitement at the same time.
Everyday I noticed more and more how beautiful this was and now I look for it. I try to notice how people speak about their boyfriends or girlfriends, and once in a while I come across the same genuine devotion, but honestly, it's pretty rare.
That couple has since broken up but I know those two caught something so special. Even if for a just a short time, they were absolutely without a doubt all in: 360 love.
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