The other day I had this aching need to walk. Around Brooklyn. Wander and get lost amidst the brownstones, shops and trees. Since I got back, walks around my neighborhood have not been the same. I missed Brooklyn. And this thought came over me: it's amazing how love can happen so instantaneously. One day, you're just walking and living life as you always knew it, and the next, you run into something (or someone) you didn't know, but always somehow believed that the moment you met, you'd fall in love.
And life as you knew it would never be the same.
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