Young & Beautiful

I never knew that being in a typical class was to bring the most precious moments of my life.  
I sat there and listened to the teacher as she explained things that we would probably forget later in life.  
 
I heard something come out from what I thought was the air.  
A lyric, a message, a note of some kind...  
"What kind of music are you listening too?", I asked to a boy in white headphones.  
"Japanese Rock." He said, I though he said Spanish but he still struck as a interest.  
 
He was studying Japanese, writing and speaking it. Words in fragments, characters and expressions. I saw something in his eyes that was hiding something more than what he meant to expose to himself.  
 
I captured a moment of honesty and revealed some imperfections we each exposed. With each breath and glance we realized the more we wanted each other, the more harder it was to resist.  
 
Life was nothing but a time limit to us all, but we couldn't let that waste away with being each other every chance we were given.  
Whether it was to talk, or make love. It was worth every minute, every second of our lives.  
 
The time came where the truth took us over and we had to resist. We wanted it all, a proposal, a marriage, a baby, a hope to live forever with each other in our arms.  
 
So we stopped.  
 
There were heartbreaks, there were fights, shouting and tears. There were fists, there were words that we each didn't mean.  
There were laughs though, there were smiles and glances still.  
Lovers are only a while, Best Friends are a while Forever.  
 
So we pass each day with delicacy, and remind each other through the lips that touched our souls, and hands that embraced our love.  
That we are one with out making love.  
 
I held onto your voice, You held onto my eyes.  
Beauty is imperfection in disguise.  
That's what brought Us together,  
through that first day of class.  
Awkward glances,  
and heinous laughs.
 
 
Letters, Notes even texts of two letters, "Hi" that reminded us of each others presence. The drawing of stick figures, of creatures and things, our illustrations of our lives being told by the unseen.  
 
Going away and coming far. The days captivate our love that is old. From years ahead to the present now. Time is not wasted but treasured. Treasured from the minute we die to moment we begin to live again in our arms.  
 
Being young & beautiful isn't the worth of anything if doesn't mean being in love. If I had nothing but a naked soul, that would be all I would ever want.  
 
You knew it was real, from the first word I spoke to you. No I never mistake your words from the first breath you speak to last word of silence that comes from your lips.  
Being alive never mattered to me as much it does now.  
 
So this is what happened.  
When a question was asked, from being in a class.  
To having it answered, from headphones blasting music onto the air.  
To being in love with one another words.  
 
 
It happened in class.  
A moment in life,
We both never forgot,
A moment in life we were glad to sought.