It hurts my head to think of how many things had to happen for our paths to intersect. Of all those numberless little

It hurts my head to think of how many things had to happen for our paths to intersect. Of all those numberless little fortunes that led me to you. A broken alarm clock, a delayed train, a sudden downpour, and there we were, You and I, sharing coffee, our whole lives ahead of us.

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