What is the probability of this scene – immediately after having seated next to each other inside the vehicle its radio will play your decade-old theme song? Or what is the chance of arranging a date which conflicts with a scheduled on-call system change and nothing’s escalated to you? Heavens orchestrated everything for the two of us to meet.

Imagine that for many years that passed, I can’t start a relationship neither her own to last long. Perhaps it could be that we both deserve a second chance on each other. So we tried.

Destiny it seems, right? That’s what I thought… before.

It’s official. We’re done. I place an end to the past now so there’s no chance neither choice for it to be brought at the present. That closure move the both of us forward.

We hoped to be the destiny in the end. But we’re destined to end.

I don’t know what should be done with these. It’s been a while with me.