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Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict.
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep;
You are in California, Australia, wide awake.
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.
Maybe love is not ready for you
Maybe you are not ready for love.
Maybe love just isn't the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday part, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays— maybe love can't.
Maybe love shouldn't.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to,
And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives, say, "Welcome. make yourself comfortable."
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper,
"Thank you for stopping by."

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