I've never been a real believer in fate, even though the thought of it intrigued me. I never put much stock in horoscopes, or psychics, or even intricate life plans. But I feel as if I am being forced to recognize the powers of the universe, that some things are just meant to happen, some people were just supposed to meet. A thousand things could have impeded our meeting. Any small decision could have changed any of our four courses that day, and we would not have met at all. I say this, wondering if we had made different choices if the world would have allowed us other chances to meet. If we would have met somewhere less magical, or if we would have gone on with our lives oblivious to the fact that the other existed.
Who travels an hour and a half to an amusement park, sparks up a random conversation with two strangers that have driven two and a half hours to get there, and ends up spending the entire rest of the day with them? Who finds a guy that they are head over heels for in line for a roller coaster that she almost decided to ride later? I guess I do. So I have to believe in fate. And that fact that this guy that makes me feel things inside of my heart and inside of my soul that no other guy has ever made me feel before, is amazing to me. Life is amazing. And my heart is all jumbled and my brain is no better off... but I feel like I have so much to say here, and yet so little will come out of this incoherent jumble.
I'm falling harder than I may be comfortable with, but I feel like this might be the point,
J-L
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