You know, love is just like someone waiting for a bus. When the bus comes, you look at it and you say to yourself "eeee...so full...cannot sit down, I'll wait for the next one." So you let that bus go and wait for the second bus. Then the second bus comes, you look at it and you say, "eeee...this bus is so old...so shabby!" So you let that bus go and again, decide to wait for the next bus. After a while another bus comes, it's not crowded, not old but you say, "eeee... not air-conditioned ...better wait for the next one." So again you let the bus go and decide to wait for the next bus.Then the sky starts to get dark as it is getting late. You panic and jump immediately inside the next ...

Love is like waiting for a bus...



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