John, can you imagine someone waiting for a rosebud – yearning to smell its heavenly fragrance and eager to see its impossible beauty – yet becoming so focused and impatient for its impending bloom that they become blind to all the others that already have? It happens, The Universe | |
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John, you're one of my roses. | | |
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