While lying on the couch with my sister, sides weak from laughter, I wonder why I don't laugh like this at school. Sure, I do laugh a lot at school, especially when around Ayesha, Mel, or Molly, but it isn't this sort of breathless exhilirating laughter that makes you completely forget everything else...

Can anyone tell me what love is? I know this is a trite subject for pseudo-intellectual musings, but--nevertheless... Is it when you can't wait to see him again the next day? Always want to be around him? When you're in the same room with him, you just want to keep talking to him?

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