I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
Cause something’s in the air, it’s all around, it’s everywhere I go.
When my iphone-chord, my new lipgloss, an old gum on the sidewalk, and even the bruise on my leg are all suddenly heart-shaped, I don’t know what to make of it.
But I know I’m not gonna brush it off as accidental.
Because it means something.