"42.721 hours. It's the time that passed since the first time we've seen each other, I counted it earlier. The first time was the first day of school. I saw you from a distance while they were calling our class and I really hoped they would say your name. Then they said it. We became classmates, then friends, then secret lovers, then a couple. And in the end, two people simply ignoring each other everyday. When we went to the lake for the '100 days 'till graduation', I was looking at you and I was thinking that at this point we don't talk anymore. However, at the same time I thought that without me and you, the group of people who slowly bonded and now surround us would never have existed. They are people who would never have imagined to be in the same room, even in their wildest dreams and now love each other to death and have grown up together in some ways. Sometimes I wonder if we will see each other after graduating. I wonder if we're all going to pass the exam, or if somebody will fail. Who knows? Who knows if we will meet again when we will be in different universities, different cities, different life paths? We will probably lose contact slowly, without realizing it. We will convince ourselves that we're keeping in touch because we watch each other's Stories and we will organize some pizza parties in which the half of us won't come. However, let's try not to make that happen, not to waste everything we've done so far. All the tears, the fights, the jokes, all the messes we've made together. Let's fucking try it. You once wrote in an essay that we're all convinced to go towards the sky, without realizing that there is the ceiling in between. But I was thinking that if we jump all together, maybe we will wreak that ceiling. Do you want to try?"