I keep thinking of how everything happens for a reason and how things from the past, both good and bad have led me to this exact place. My state of mind, my state of being, everything that makes me, me is because of every decision and experience I had in the past.
Who would I be, if I hadn’t met you? Who would I be, if I hadn’t loved you? You don’t define me, I want to be clear on that, but loving you was a big part of things that led me to the way I think now. Loving you and loosing you, pushed me to find myself. I found my beliefs through the pain and despair of loosing you, needing to find a ‘why’ and ‘how’ and ‘what’. I still don’t have the answers, but I often wonder ‘what if we never crossed paths?’
I guess I’ll never find out. That’s not the way life works.