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by lizamaulida

Look at us. Running around. Always rushed. Always late.

Guess that’s why they call it the human race.

What we crave most in this world is connection. For some people it happens at first sight. It’s when you know.. you know. It’s fate working. it’s magic. And that’s great for them. They get to live on the pop song. Ride the car.

But that’s not the way it really works. For the rest of us, it’s a bit less romantic. It’s complicated. It’s messy. It’s about horrible timing fumbled up opportunities. And.. not being able to say. What you need to say. When you need to say.