He used to tell me that there are no coincidences. Everything that happens, happens by design, and there’s nothing we can do about it; forces greater than us conspire to make it happen. Fate, destiny, whatever you wanna called it, the point is… maybe we met for a reason. Maybe something good came from us being together.
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Good. Lord. This post.
FATE. IT WILL LEAD THEM HOME.
#BOOM
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"He was a lot of things to me" "The only conclusion was love"