.: Perhaps Love :.

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps ... perhaps ... love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slippling from its green sheath.

~ L.M. Montgomery~

Dedicated to my bestest best friend, who in-spite of knowing me inside out,

still loves me for who I am :)

XoXoXo