You know how we are spectators of what we watch? I’ve always had this childhood fantasy that in real life, there are those who watch over us. Angels, to be exact, who snap their fingers and go tsk-ing when we pass by who we were supposed to be with on the streets, barely giving him/her a passing glance, who make things happen so that our roads cross again with that person and who rejoice when finally we meet that person and end up having that famous happy ending. It may sound silly, but to those of us who believe in fate, it’s just magical.<3
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