Even when I know it's not you whom I should want. From another place, another time, another life; it's just not possible.
But just on that day when I vowed to be with you once again, you come knocking on my door.
That is not coincidence.
That is fate. The same way fate brought us to that kitchen that night, is the same way I'll keep just a sliver of hope alive.
For us.
Definitely, for us.
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