Somebody told me, love is like waiting for a bus. The one that arrives isn’t the one you expected. And when the one you expected arrives, there will be obstacles blocking your way to get on it . .
I think it’s worth every minute. It may take years, but it’s not just about waiting. I’ve learned that once the bus arrives, you have to decide if you’ll get on it . .
Sometimes even we catch the right one, it doesn’t mean we’d always have a smooth ride. I used to feel reluctant to get on a bus. But from now on, I won’t be afraid of it. And if that bus is going to run away from me, I’ll run after it!
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