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Dec 2017
Where are you supposed to go when no place feels like home?
How are you supposed to fall in love, when no one can **** your mind like you want them to?

I find myself in this dilemma quite often.

I look for love in the unknown.

Locked eyes in a coffee shop.
Brushing hands while reaching for the same fruit in the grocery store.
When the car blinker in front of me, matches mine at the exact same pulse.
Laughing at the same joke in a crowd of people.
Vibing to the beat at a concert.

I refuse to look for love online.

I want to find little love moments like that around me, in real life, and never let them go.

Love will find me when I am ready.
Stewie
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Stewie  32/F/Tampa, FL
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