The light evening May breeze wisps by us as we run across the crosswalk, headlights highlighting our bemused grins and mischievous eye lock. A green bottle of soju in my hand, that plus a coke in hers, laughs leaving our lips about that joke. Her friends trailing behind, next to, and in front of us; we are at the center.
We are at that point. You can feel it. It isn't about what we say now, only the looks on our faces, our equally inclined postures towards one another and those laughs with a hand coming up to shield what hasn't been shared yet. Just call it sex. We head to the green central quad in the center of campus, walking, just living up an incline.
On the hill sips grow longer in duration, the time faster. In our reverie a call is received and we're off to a tent meeting more friends; dope as always. Laughs we share, but the countdown has begun. The wind has swept the 'tree dust' up and our time away. In that sway-sway walk-walk against time, our interlocked fingers do the talking for our minds.
This day last year there was love. There is love this day.
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