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Some things aren't meant to be no matter how well they fit the picture or complete the puzzle The world works in mysterious ways In ways that sometimes we won't understand But remember there's always a lesson Things happen for a reason For a better version of ourselves to be established To open ourselves to new perspectives To remind ourselves that love isn't meant to be perfect or to last forever it's meant to break us,tear us apart until we can longer be teared. Make us cry,beg,make us feel like nothing this exquisite will ever come our way again. And that's the point To have a spoonful of how love is suppose to be That way we're prepared for the right one Some people walk into our lives and show us this and they make it feel like the right one and you might think a love like this will never exist again But it will ,And it will be twice as beautiful ,twice as charming And as I will forever be a hopeless romantic... T.H