Routines

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Love Is No Big Truth – Kings Of Convenience

After three weeks of no school in our schedules, it all becomes sort of a routine. You, me, the bench at the park, me trying hard to keep my heart from bursting out of my ribcage, me keeping my eyes on the clouds, you, me trying to not sigh every time you sit back on the bench, me trying not to flinch every time you ask me if I'm OK (because I am, I really am), you, the bench at the park, you, me wondering if I should just bolt and fly off to a foreign country (but ultimately decide against it because, well, you won't be there), you, you, me, the bench at the park, you, you, you, you, me kicking myself around for agreeing to coming to this park with you, you, and lastly, me brainstorming scenarios in which I finally tell you, that I love you.