Perhaps we met at the wrong time. Perhaps this is fate. I feel if we met under different circumstances, or at a different time, things would have ended up differently. Perhaps we are from worlds too far apart to begin with. A myriad of possibilities, but I know for sure, this is the one I ended up with. Timing is everything. If I had met you before you finally reached your limit, would we have worked out? I feel deep inside, you're a kind soul. The harshness of reality has caused you to shrink back and hide from it while putting up a strong front to protect yourself. I can't say I know you very well, but I feel that your carefree front is only to avoid being too serious and getting hurt again. Who are you, you mysterious man?
Lesson learnt: Being at the right place, at the right time changes everything.
