MAYBE LOVE IS
NOT IN HOLDING
HANDS OR LONG CAR DRIVES. MAYBE
LOVE IS IN TRYING TO FIND FRESHLY
SQUEEZED ORANGE JUICE TO GO WITH
THEIR VODKA
BECAUSE YOU KNOW
THEY DON'T
LIKE ARTIFICIALLY FLAVORED JUICES.
MAYBE LOVE IS NOT A DESTINATION,
BUT A JOURNEY WHICH IS BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE YOU HAVE THEM
BY YOUR SIDE.