It Must Be Love

Meeting you was fate,

becoming your friend was a choice,

but falling in love with you I had no control over . . .



We rarely agreed on anything . . .

We fought all the time and

We challenged each other everyday

but in spite of our differences

We have one thing in common . . .

“WE WERE CRAZY ABOUT EACH OTHER.”


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