«Have you ever been in love? But, I mean, how do you get that you’re in love, the first time?
It’s not like someone teaches you how it works, like when mom showed the ducks to you, in the park.
Scary, innit? Whoever enters your life, you’ll never be sure that she loves you like you do.
Or that you do, truth be told.
‘Tis what I think: every time we love, if we love, we do it differently, individual loving

One meets strange people on a bus.


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