Cliché
Love.
Pick someone,
cross your fingers,
"It'll workout, I believe".
It's better unexpected. Trust me.
Fate.
An instant connection,
chemistry forming right above your head.
Just Speak.
"I noticed the color of your eyes,
the curvature of your lips,
the way you,
Just Speak".
I'm either lucky or I'm screwed.
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