stay;

I throw my arms around you and you laugh into my hair, and at that moment I do not worry that I will be tardy to class and that my stomach is growling and that my back is being weighed down by pounds of homework and that next week will be utter hell, because you are smiling, and it is genuine, and there was nothing else I wanted more then.
Because you were happy, so happy.





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