Professor 13-Year-Old Teaches Romance 101

He was small, nieve. She was the same, so they were good together, and they would never leave each others arms.
One day, Jenrin was with her, walking in the fields. They were holding hands and walking, each of them feeling the warmth of their hands pressing against their palms.
It was wonderful, those times when they were together. They were friends, but now more. He could remember the days when they were shy and stupid to themselves, and they would stumble on to ramblings when they spoke. That was when they suddenly felt their love, their passion, their hope that their fear of loving would not come in the way of their friendship.
It did, but not for long, now they knew. They knew their own feelings.