Entropy

I don’t believe in coincidences.

A coin you found on your way back home. An extra chicken nugget in your 4 pack McNugget. My birth. Our meeting.

rather, it was the result of a careful calculations, precise algorithm, and a comprehensive system that govern all the works in the universe.

it was calculated, it was programmed, it was written. it was Fated.

it is not some unexplainable randomness that let me found you, and it was also not the works of probability that push us apart.

It is a written will of a higher being.

It is with a purpose we’ve met. It is with a purpose we talk, and smile, and laugh. It is with a purpose we stop. And it is with a purpose we’ve grown so far apart. So close in distance yet so far in presence.

Reason.

Purpose.

Lessons.

How else can we make sense of this?

It was so that we can learn from each other. It was so that we can get what we need at that time, at that moment.

You have given me so much, though it was too short to my liking. I yearn-learned from you. I am a better man wi-because, of you. And judging by your smile, the sound of your voice, and that beautiful laugh of yours. I hope i helped you off something too.

Thus why, i accept that we have what we need from each other. That we are a better person because of what we give, i certain.. ly felt so.

That is the purpose right? For our meeting, for us getting to know each other, and for us to have grown apart. That’s why i don’t believe in coincidence.

No ma’am i don’t believe it.

I don’t want to believe it.