love is nothing if it is not reciprocated.
time moves on.
time slows and it quickens.
love slows and it quickens.
love moves on.
love is nothing if it is not reciprocated.
time moves on.
time slows and it quickens.
love slows and it quickens.
love moves on.
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.
Our entire friendship seems to ooze serendipity, I think.