We spend all this time wondering and speculating and acting as though we now for sure, what was meant to be

peole sit around saying "if only i had met him first" if only if only . . .

im not so sure anymroe that there is a certain way thigns are meant to happen. And somehow i dont beleive that any of us knows it entirely, if it is ther eto know

so much time wasted on something that is not tangible, not real . . . . not even a true full idea.

And all this time we wonder and declare That is not hte way it was meant to be! this is not right! this isnt right

we have no idea what IS.