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" Love is like pressing into your skin and leaving a mark. Love is like riding roller coasters all day, and remember the feeling as you lay in bed at night. Love is sitting in the ocean and letting the waves push and tug you, and remembering the way they fought over you on your way home after sunset. Love is engraved in your skin and etched in your brain, love cannot be unfelt, only forgotten with time, time, and more time. And maybe not even then. "

I read aloud, pacing the front of the room.
Various claps roared from the classroom, and only one person sat back in their chair with a smug smile on his face. He knew it was about him. This boy, was not only the
' One and only Jack Dail ' . He was my best friend, and my lover.