That isn't luck. That is a signature.
But sometimes... sometimes fate is a harbor. It brings you the one person who makes the chaos of existence make sense. The one person you will fight for, wait for, and grow old next to. fated to love
It doesn’t care about your five-year plan, your “type,” or your healing timeline. It walks into the room wearing the face of a stranger, and somehow, your soul says, “Oh. There you are. I’ve been waiting.” That isn't luck
Because in a universe of 8 billion people, the odds that this specific person crossed your specific path are astronomically small. sometimes fate is a harbor
There is a distinct difference between falling in love and being fated to love.
I have written it in a reflective, emotional, and slightly poetic style, suitable for Instagram, Facebook, or a personal blog. When the Universe Stops Asking