Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

The Hand of Fate

2. On my very first day of class, I was late because I got lost at our school. When I found my classroom, I found that all seats were occupied except for the one beside you. Thank you for saving me a seat on that day. Though  you saved a seat for a pretty stranger you just met, you unknowingly paved the way for me a place in your heart. For the five years you were with me through the good and the bad, I've never had a greater friend and closest confidant than you. It was fate. And perhaps in some strange and wonderful way God had planned it accordingly for the both of us. I am luckiest girl in the world.

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