Nature's Touch To Miracle

“That’s not what you want to tell me. I know that because it wasn’t direct at all.”

“Neither of us follow the crowd, which means that we’re destined to walk our own paths. And as much as I’m grateful that we crossed paths in our own spectacular journeys, I don’t think we share a mutual destination. My journey isn’t for anyone else, and I suspect yours isn’t either. It’s wonderful to arrive at certain check points and find someone there to share the excitement with, but one day I’ll find myself in a place that no one’s ever been, and I don’t know if I have the grace to share that with anyone. My journey is one that I have to walk alone. Only then can I arrive at where I’m destined to go. And I love you because you are the same way."

"You know, when I was younger, someone told me that the worst thing you can do to someone is say I love you then walk away."

"Maybe it’ll be the best thing anyone’s ever done for you."

"Sounds too cliché for my liking."

"That’s because no one who says it truly understands it. That’s one of the things I’m on my way to find."

"Then let’s find it together. We’ll walk there together, because you and I both know that it’s one we want to share with someone. When the time comes, we’ll part ways. You’ll never reroute for me, I’ll never reroute for you. You never slow down for me; I never slow down for you. When we part ways, we don’t look back."

"What shall I fill the gaping hole of your absence with then?"

“You know that you can fill the void with anything and it’ll be just as good if you let it.”

“Not everything is worth making a miracle into.”

“What are you so afraid of? You were the one who told me that everything in life is a miracle.”

“And I’m afraid of losing the natural touch to that miracle.”

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