being with you is

stuck between class periods

long weekends and rainy days in the park

spending time with you is

long looks across a room of friends

hiding in heavy blue velvet curtains

our romance is 

sneaking kisses when parents aren’t around

saying goodbye behind the gym

making time for one another is 

skirting the mountains of responsibility

staying up way too late

date night is

quiet phone calls

holding hands under a jacket

our love is

considered foolish

considered unimportant

but

i’ll never forget when it felt like 

you were the only one who understood

we were fighting the world together

possibly winning

possibly losing 

but most definitely together