you said if it is meant to be fate will bring us back together. i wonder if you really believe fate works like that. as if it lives in the sky staring down at us. as if it has five fingers and spends its time placing us like pieces of chess. as if it is not the choices we make. who taught you that you have been given a heart and a mind that isn’t yours to use? that your actions do not define what will become of you. i want to yell it’s us you fool. we’re the only ones that can bring us back together. isn’t it such a tragic thing when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn’t. it’s not too late