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love is nothing if it is not reciprocated.

time moves on.

time slows and it quickens.

love slows and it quickens.

love moves on.

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Sunlight is something I've become accustomed to. I'm an optimist by nature, so I try to see the best... Vincent's return has been good for me as well. I'm sure that things will work out just fine.

That said, I'm still rather lost. Just when I think I've found my way, something happens to make me realize just how lost I still am. I've no doubt that one day I'll be free of things.
Ever the funny coincidences; we both find ourselves with nothing to write about at about the same time. And as I return to write an entry, I find a freshly penned response from you, wondering where I've disappeared to.

Our entire friendship seems to ooze serendipity, I think.