Love Stuck in Traffic

“So, where is he???” I asked, throwing up my hands. “All this time and not a trace of him! I am sick and tired of waiting! Where is the love of my life?”

“Think of it this way,” said my friend, offering a really weird yet interesting analogy, “Maybe, he’s stuck in heavy traffic. Maybe, near or maybe, far. But the traffic is so thick that he just can’t make his way to you — yet. Eventually, he will.”

“And till then, I have friends like you who will make up such utter nonsense for me because you love me,” I smiled.

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