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I remember it,

Because the next day I asked a girl if I could borrow a pen.

When I offered it back she said:

“You should write me a letter with it first.”

So I did, wrote her a note,

Which the teacher then intercepted and read to the class.

It was something that we’d learnt in science that day

about the way gravity affects mass and weight

in relation to how quickly something will fall.

Example:

A crumpled ball of paper will fall at the same speed as a boulder of granite.

It doesn’t matter how much something weighs,

It stays the same until you consider surface area and resistance,

At which point the persistence of gravity loses force.

Example:

Crumple a piece of paper into a ball.

It will fall faster than a loose sheet.

They are both composed of the same mass and weight,

So you’d think that the rate of velocity measured with the force of gravity

Would cause each to fall at the same speed.

But that’s when you need to consider that the greater surface area of the loose sheet adds resistance.

So the crumpled ball will fall quickly,

But the loose sheet will slowly float.

I wrote a note.

Explaining that when two people are falling for each other,

They do so at the same speed.

There’s no need to factor in the physics explanations

or something we can make no use of.

Einstein said: “Gravity won’t be held responsible for people falling in love.”

I wrote her a note.

Telling her: “If I fall in love with you,

No one will ever be able to explain it.

And I think that’s beautiful.”

Despite the class laughing, she did as well,

Which is how I can tell you that I then knew and now still know,

she tasted like tomatoes.

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"Don’t think for a second that you’re not going to miss those nights you spent putting on your make up, changing five million times, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes out your apartment window, and going to some silly party, a party that feels like all the others you’ve been to but still has the right to feel special. You will miss all of this. This is a luxury. It’s going to leave us eventually so you better freaking enjoy it. You better enjoy every lame ass party, every awkward kiss, every 5 AM hangover, every drug experience, every crappy apartment, because one day it will all be gone and you’ll just be left with the pictures and the bruises and nothing else. Youth is fucking magic. Don’t you get it? Look at your skin! Touch it. Look at your smooth legs and stomach. Grab it. When you’re older, you’ll want all of this again so bad. You’ll possibly spend so much money to get some semblance of it back. Now it’s yours for free."