the mouse scurries away upon seeing a grey cat looming in the shadows, it smiles as it whispers to itself "it starts"...
We've always found ourselves in a similar situation when it comes to love. Why do we even bother when often times it eludes us leaving us wriggling and squirming in complete and total consuming pain? Why? Why do we even subject ourself to this torture knowing that there is an enormous possiblity that we are in for big surprise at the end?
Whatever the outcome maybe; the cat may not always catch the mouse, I know that the chase makes it all worth the while.
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