is providence really at work, when two are not meant to be?
a call came last night, from someone unexpected. all these months of channeling our energies into other things was just a form of escapism; we were are living in delusion that things are going to be okay. what next?
let the future tell the story, i say, don't let this be a tragedy. and he heaves a sigh of resignation to our hopeless fate.
we ask questions that have no answers, only to realise that our presence in the magnificent universe is, really insignificant, and perhaps this is all part of a 'greater plan'. why then is providence so merciless, that two who love each another so, cannot be reconciled?
we crossed paths, parted ways. yet our hearts led us back, all for nothing. 'go see a doctor for that bronchitis, i don't want to have one less person to love.' were my parting words, unknowing of when we'd cross paths again. 'goodbye, take care,' he snifled. silence (that spoke the unspoken). we both knew it was again time to walk away, albeit with much hesitance.
