She chirped infinitely about how amazing yesterday’s auto ride was, or how long they had taken to sat good bye to each other the night before. I listened, and drank in every word with undying earnestness, as if I were to be quizzed any minute. I turned around to find my buddy, Mr. “if he’s immature, I am still clinging to the placenta!”, waving his cell in the air, sitting right under the teacher’s nose, trying to receive a text message from his love……..

…..So, my dear Romeos and their dearer Juliet’s, I really do hope and pray that did ring some bells inside your heads. As a naïve spectator, and honestly, a well wisher, I’ll just say, learn to love with all your life, yet learn to live the life you love.