So this is the result of an early morning brain-drain drawing, I come to think that at some precious times, love knocks heavily on your door. At times, it would leave without noticing your feeling. Most of the time, however, love passes by without us even knowing. That cute girl next door, or your roommates' friend, or someone who passes you by in the street to your office.
> Most of the time, love just pass you by."
But one time, just one time, you grab love and forever it becomes part of you.
Mood:
Let me know if you want me to take it down, and if not, great job on the lovely deviation.