We met by chance. There was no fate, no destiny. I was the one who was mistaken. Or maybe I wasn't.
We met online. We fell in love. We broke apart. It was a coincidence and nothing more–or so I thought.
Until, years later, we met again. And we recognised each other instantly. Even after all that time.
I thought I had moved on. I swear I did. But that lasted only until that moment.
Even then, I didn't know if it was a coincidence or fate or destiny. I didn't know what life had planned for me–or for us.
What started as nothing–random messing around in a group chat–turned into late-night conversations that went on till the break of dawn. It became our everything.
It felt like I had finally found my forever, but that forever lasted only for a short while.
Everything shattered into nothingness in the blink of an eye. I was left with nothing but betrayal and broken trust. I swore I would never go down that path again.
But some things make you want to give it a second chance, even though you know the pain it might bring. You just can't help it–you can't hold yourself back from giving in to that temptation, the hope of the things you thought you deserved could finally become a reality.