So This Had Been All I Wanted,

Whenever Something Great Happens, You’re Always Kind Of Poised For The Universe To Correct Itself.

Love Is Needing Someone. Love Is Putting Up With Someone's Bad Qualities Because They Somehow Complete You.

I Was Tired Of Hanging On, Taking The Torn Pieces To Make Something Whole With Them.

Some Writers Pick A Topic And Write Around That, But I Like To Include It All.

There Is Never A Time Or Place For True Love. It Happens Accidentally, In A Heartbeat, In A Single Flashing, Throbbing Moment.