Maybe I love her more. Then again maybe she loves me more. To her love is a test. I know I've missed my share of answers. I looked at the clock. Knowing I need to take my time but can't slow down. In a time I couldn't think she hid my calculator. Telling me to use my fingers. I knew the answers, I used them everyday. Maybe I love her more because I studied. Then again maybe she loves me more because it was a pop quiz. But thats ok, because it was open book.