Love doesn't come, like we're playing pretend. Love doesn't always come on the right time. Love. Love is something that we're scared to commit, it's embarrassing to cry over a confession or over a rejection. Yet tears of joy can come from only big things, not as big as a 'Yes' to "I love you, do you love me back?" it's not always like that. Right Person, Wrong Time. Why did it have to be like that?