"There is a time of year when, even before the first leaf falls, you can feel the seasons click. The air is crisp, the summer is gone. And for the first night in a long time, you need a blanket on your bed
Fate... That crazy concept that we`re not really responsible for the course our lives take. That is all pre-destined, written in the stars.
Maybe that explains why, if you live in a city where you can`t even see the stars, your love life tends to feel a little random. And even if every man, every kiss, every heartache is pre-ordered from some cosmic catalogue, can we still take a wrong step and wander off our own personal Milky Way? Can you make a mistake and miss your fate?
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps, if we never veered off-course, we wouldn`t fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it`s comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart."
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