Maybe next time

Me

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Before passing by me, you asked for directions, even knowing that I was lost too. It was enough to understand that it wasn’t fate’s fault; what is fate compared to the choices I make when I don’t listen to my own noises?

And we went our separate ways, even though it was me who walked in both directions. Maybe next time, I will identify myself first and take myself with me.