Wrinkled dollar bill

It's a truly exquisite feeling to feel like you understand, and in turn, be understood.

Reciprocal of feelings and a similar thought pattern resulting in an atmosphere you can only hope for with the others-

Studying together is only fun when it isn't driven by impure wishes

The fun is in the silence and intense concentration
The fun is in the sharing of chips and gummies
The fun is in the talking of anything and everything as a study break.

The fun is in the companionship
It is to literally sit next to one another and do things as you would when alone.

It is to interpret the term 'to study together' in its most literal form.

It isn't anything like working on a common topic or subject
It isn't in hopes of directly helping one another
It perhaps could be, yet isn't really, for it can not be.

It isn't any of those things condemned onto a damned list.

It is everything on the empty list,
Yet to be listed and filled.

It is
Everything not yet expected or believed
Everything of what once experienced will be chucked away safely within the trove of feathery wishes, rusting and yet protected in the drawer.

It is everything beautiful and magical

It is something to be stashed away with a secretive smile and a locked album.

Speaking of it somehow makes it lose its magic
Writing somehow amplifies the simplicity of it, distorting it into something overly beautified
Thinking too overuses certain elements and turns it into a savoured repetition

But it doesn't change the warmth and airiness that studying with a great friend brings.

And so
It shall be continued--- the thinking, the looking forward, the enjoying, and of course---the stashing.