She didn't know what she wanted
And she knew how no one ever did...
But she knew one thing:
She wanted to be found in the rain.
She wanted to run wild...
She wanted to fall, and feel safe
But dangerous enough
To let her heart drop.
She wanted love,
True love, pure and kind and untouched.
The kind that wasn't ruined
By the chaos of the world.
The kind you would find,
In a small coffee shop,
In some foreign country.
That is all she ever wanted,
And she didn't know where,
Or how it would appear,
But she knew, deep within her,
It would show itself,
In the form of something,
Unexpected.
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