My friend Janick
Fate
Spins and weaves it's tapestry in
Strange ways,
Replied my friend janick to
My delightful story of how,
Indirectly,
I
Met Wendy
Aren't they the most beautiful words
They certainly warmed me
And such a tapestry fate,
Indeed, weaves
From the highest of highs to
The deepest and lowest of
Lows
In an eyeblink,
A tiny miniscule moment.
And vice versa.
Love
Is a wonderful thing.
And, my love,
I too descended from the highest heights,
Loving you
And that fateful day
Losing you.
But,
You never really left,
I
Never really stopped
Loving you
I
Just do it now,
In a different way.
We all do.
But,
In truth,
It's very very hard...
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