If fate allows us to be together, we will.
In the quiet moments between breaths, when the world falls silent and the heart speaks in whispers, I find myself wondering about the delicate thread that binds us. It’s as if the universe conspired in a dance of stars and time, weaving our stories together with an invisible thread of destiny.
I remember the first time our eyes met, the fleeting moment that felt like an eternity wrapped in a heartbeat. There was a profound recognition as if our souls had known each other long before our bodies ever did. In that instant, the world blurred and sharpened all at once, and a seed of hope took root in the fertile soil of my heart.
Life, with all its unpredictability, has a way of testing our resolve. It throws obstacles in our path and separates us with distance, time, and circumstance. Yet, despite the storms that rage and the miles that stretch between us, my heart remains steadfast. There is a quiet confidence, a belief that if fate allows, our paths will cross again, and we will find our way back to each other.
I think back to the silent car rides, where we listened to our favourite music, the world outside a blur as we lost ourselves in the rhythm and lyrics of songs we love. Those moments felt infinite as if time itself had stopped just for us. The melodies we shared are etched in my memory, each notes a reminder of the bond we forged.
These days I found myself walking past the routes we once drove on, and a wave of nostalgia washes over me. I find myself wondering, what if my selfishness hadn’t gotten in the way? Would we be better? Could we have navigated through the storms that came our way? These thoughts linger, a bittersweet reminder of the past and a question mark hanging over what could have been.
In the small hours of the morning, when the world is still and dreams feel tangible, I wonder if you feel it too — this invisible pull, this quiet assurance that we are meant to be. There is a kind of magic in the uncertainty, a beauty in the not knowing, for it is in these moments of longing and waiting that love is truly tested and found pure.
Our journey is like a river, winding through the landscapes of our lives, sometimes calm and gentle, other times wild and untamed. But always, it moves forward, guided by an unseen force, carving its way towards the sea. And I believe that if fate deems it so, our rivers will converge, merging into one unstoppable current.
Until that day, I hold onto hope, cherishing the moments we’ve shared and dreaming of the ones yet to come. For in my heart, I know that if fate allows us to be together, we will. And in that belief, I find strength, solace, and an unending well of love.
So, here’s to us, to the future that awaits, and to the destiny that holds us in its tender embrace. May our paths cross again, and may our love, like the stars, burn eternal.
