It just struck me.
Somewhere in this world, the one we’re fated to be with is
living as you do your daily or nightly routine. He or she is most likely
sleeping, eating, or chatting while you do your homework or tweet or post a new
status on your Facebook page. That person is living while you are.
Here you are, probably complaining about not having a steady
relationship, your crush not noticing you, or your partner being a lying douche
bag for whatever reason. But there he or she is, most likely doing the same
thing. It doesn’t matter if you two are miles, countries, or continents away. Someday,
somehow, you two will always end up finding each other in the very end.
Something like a fairy tale. The guy gets the girl, they kiss and the story
ends with a wedding or mutually confessed love.
It just takes a little more believing, a little more faith.
Aside from that, an ounce of action is needed. Fairy tales don’t tell you that
the girl has to do some work, too.
That’s what I didn’t like about them as I grew older. They
sugar-coat the bad parts and highlight the good. But perhaps, that’s another
story. Or maybe that’s what the naïve, younger me liked to see.
