I remember the first time I said "I love you."
And I think it's the one question I find it hard to answer.
Must there be a reason to love?
Can't it just feel right?
The harder we try to find reasons for it, the more difficult it is. It's like someone up there made us this way - to fall into the deepest, most wonderful love - without reason; without regret; without wondering.
Because it happens, and no matter how hard I try I can't describe the way I feel.
Maybe I can.
"Good."
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