There are a world of answers, outside the loop.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked in her that unfolded like an umbrella's claw, her true self that desired compassion, trust, protection and the potential to soar. But I missed to late, that what I wasn't looking for, when she left her reasons in the rain.

Too often, we love for the wrong reasons, when we think the right one comes along.

It takes time, or does time take it?

People have their purposes and reasons, I just wish I found mine.