For me love has been like waiting for a bus in the rain.
I keep looking for it and checking the time.
When I finally stop paying attention
The bus comes, but it doesn't stop
Its "out of service"
It hits a puddle and splashes me with a puddle tsunami
Then it keeps going
I'm lucky I wasn't hit and killed.
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