Friday, January 6, 2012, 12:32 AM
Somewhere in the world, the love of my life is on living his life. I don't know if he's near or far, but I'm certain that he's out there somewhere; looking for the same thing. I can't explain it, but I know someday we'll cross paths. Be it walking the streets or sitting opposite each other on a train. We might not even know it yet then, but we'll know soon enough.