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Love sprouts, then blossoms. It seems that the occurence is physically impossible to stop. It just blooms. Maybe when you have that stupid first kiss; that after awhile you can't even remember. Or, when you look into those beautiful, wide eyes of a gorgious boy. The path of love is unstopable and uncontrollable. . . . maybe that path will end up a little better for. . . you.
