People like you and I meet
here.
Of course we would.
Learning the future
of the world.
Of us.
You and I are the same today and tomorrow. . .
But will time and experience change us?
How can I know?
I do not know myself,
or even you.
I wish it would be different.
/n
Every time I see you, I want to tell you that you are beautiful.
Because, sometimes,in class, it is not enough
to only sit and think of you.
");
------------
Is it odd that I always crush on people in the programming classrooms?
But they are always so beautiful.
No comments:
Post a Comment