“My point is simple, Tate. You don’t always have to find love because sometimes it will find you, particularly when you least expect it.”
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Sometimes love will find you.
Tate couldn’t get his father’s words out of his head, overwhelmed. An hour slipped by, two hours, and he turned into an unproductive lump of gel. When he wasn’t thinking of his father’s advice, he couldn’t help himself from thinking of Persimmon, knowing that he had fallen for the guy, unknowing how exactly the action had happened.