Ooey, gooey.

I'm walking into work this morning and I stop to get a paper. In front of the doorway where the soon-to-be-in-my-hands paper is, there's a couple. (insert "aww" here)

I watch them kiss once. Cute. I watch them then kiss again, for a longer period of time, before looking into each other's eyes with melancholy expressions as if his departure to Summer PSYC100 and hers to Summer COMM107 are journeys to France and Brazil.

Then, without even thinking about it, I rolled my eyes.

Am I a cynic? Have I lost the hope of what it means to be in love?

Nahh.

I think I just wanted them to move out of the doorway and go to class.

After your three hour lecture on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, I'm sure you'll see her again. Don't fret.

Love freely,
tY