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by @seraia

There are many cases that we met the ones we’re destined to, right person in wrong timing. But is it really wrong timing? We met, for the reason that we are to meet someday. We met, for there is no other time than ‘right now’ and ‘at this moment.’ We met, since we’re living in this world full of lies and deception, that it would take time to know who is who. We met, to prepare ourselves for something so grand, so magical, that God knows we’re not ready yet. Wait, maybe that’s the right term. Not wrong timing, but we’re not just ready. We’re not ready, but time will tell. We met, unprepared. And we meet again, still unprepared but now carrying one’s soul. Bond grew tighter, as if connected ever since born. We met, to know each other. And we meet again, to stay. I love you.
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