Secret assignations have a certain charm about them, do they not?
There's no high more potent than that from a clandestine meeting or a stolen kiss. There's no high better than a clandestine meeting of a stolen kiss with the one person who makes all the blues turn to a beautiful, classy grey. There's no high better than seeing that person, talking to them in public, holding hands chastely, talking to everyone else and to each other like nothing but a slight preference exists, but knowing the truth all along. Maybe it's just me, but how does it matter what the universal truth is? I think so, I get my high, and he doesn't hate me yet. All's well in the world.
There's no high more potent than that from a clandestine meeting or a stolen kiss. There's no high better than a clandestine meeting of a stolen kiss with the one person who makes all the blues turn to a beautiful, classy grey. There's no high better than seeing that person, talking to them in public, holding hands chastely, talking to everyone else and to each other like nothing but a slight preference exists, but knowing the truth all along. Maybe it's just me, but how does it matter what the universal truth is? I think so, I get my high, and he doesn't hate me yet. All's well in the world.
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