When they first met, he came through the rain and asked, "Need a hand?"
When they met again, he smiled brightly in the crowd. "Hi!"
It wasn't until much, much later that she understood: the timing of someone's arrival really does matter. But what's even more important is who shows up.
At last, she met her little prince, but he already had a rose.
All she could do was quietly pursue him, silently walk on, and step by step lead herself into a dead end with no way back.
Thankfully, at the end of the alley, he was waiting for her.
Amid the sea of people, he walked against the crowd and stopped in front of her, smiling.
"I've liked you for a long time." In this noisy, bustling world, my eyes can see only you.
"I'm sorry I'm late." Let me ease all the pain you've been through.
I'm sorry I'm late. It's okay, you're here now.
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