And there is this thing about liking; having the idea of liking someone is always more comfortable than having the actual likeness towards them. But I liked her and not the idea and so it came with certain fears.
Maybe the world's greatest lie is not the objectification of fate. Maybe, it's the promise that there must be an even probability of things those seem so unlikely to happen.
And I wanted her to happen to me.

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