On finding love or being found by it

When we start to step out
When it all goes 'round
When all the lines are defined
          though they don't intersect
When blurry things become clear
When everything blooms in spring time
When we look down and reach out
When things get cheesy
          yet we still want to ride...
It may be that we find love or love finds us. :)

I love hand written notes on mush. Haha. This has been the best surprise in recent memory! Thanks, Aze! >:D<






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