Love doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third day.
It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit.
It just has to be.
Observation: David Levithan
Inky: that is so true…
…and can I just mention, cruising… ahhh, the memories! Does anyone remember Car Tag?