god hasn't said yet baby.
strange how people tell you to look for beauty in the cruelest of places. but i suppose if grass can grow through concrete..
like how something as intangible as music, god, or love can be felt in the lightest touch, or lowest whisper. its not really fair, is it. if you come to think about it, how someone's defences that take years to build can come crashing down because a pair of beautiful brown eyes look your way.. and how your life can shatter in an instant because the same eyes that bewitched you turn cold.
but.
sometimes change, however unexpected or how unwelcome it is at that particular point, might in fact, turn out to be for the better.
moral of the story? take a chance. besides, what's life if you're not living it?
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