What is teenage love? It’s staying up late for each other and barely staying wake in class the next day. It’s passing each other between classes and stopping to say Hi, but ending up running to your next class right before the bell rings. It’s going to the mall, wandering around hand in hand, with a silence that’s comfortable. It’s watching a movie in the theaters with his arm slowly creeping onto your shoulders, and you resting your head in his arms. It’s walking around at night, for no reason at all; his chest, her head, looking at the stars. It’s uncertainty of how long it will last, a risk you are both willing to take, even if it means you’ll have a broken heart. It’s not true love, not like, nor lust, nor infatuation. It’s teenage love, here to stay, here to play with our hearts and never go away.