This is true love. You think it happens every day?

The first time he saw her was in her apartment. He had followed his friends single-file through the darkness. He looked her direction for excessive inspection and he could not muster the courage to say a single word to her. The next time he saw her was in her apartment. Oh, why does he keep ending up here on starlit evenings? He should be home sleeping, but this time she sat next to him on the couch. He walked home with his eyes low, dreaming up conversations they'd have tomorrow. His loose ends, her new friends. All the classes in high school he fell asleep in, but now he can hardly close his eyes. "I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to hang out tonight. We could make dinner or something..."