Back Packs and Combinations

Building a relationship takes time. A slow becoming of each other's identity. A steady student in a firm desk where attendance is vital and homework isn't necessarily done with pen and paper. To willingly give until nothing is left, to get on each other's nerves and have the courage to look each other in the eye and admit that your wrong, to say I love you deeper. Finding compromise in the smaller things. Discovering new meaning rather than dismissing yourself every chance granted. The building blocks to a firm foundation. To create a support system that relies solely on devotion. The care of another through sickness and in health. To humble yourself in another, to find wisdom in sharing yourself. Falling inside and out of problems without knowing the combination to every lock. Each locker holding something different. The impact found in arms reach of each other. Where communication is vocalized in a different tone. Every moment is precious, allowing yourself to be yourself with another. A student whose back pack otherwise empty, now filled with knowledge. Finally finding to solve for X when different variables are thrown in parenthesis. The Y no longer important, finding a deeper meaning. The things otherwise they never teach you at school. Finding a love that never takes constant glances at the clock