I believe in fate. That everything happens for a reason. That good people and bad come in and out of your life for a reason. That you have horrible experiences to make you appreciate the better ones, and even the mediocre ones.
Like standing outside and feeling the chill of winter on your cheeks like I did this morning.
And I believe that there's someone out there that makes you have a fire in your fingers, that the world spins and stops around. And it's fate that you meet them.
I might meet a thousand more people before I find that person, or I might already know them right now. But it doesn't matter, because I'm content to wait.
Because I don't think a relationship defines a person. Or is a gauge on how happy someone can be. Because I'm still having experiences that are wonderful, and meeting people that will steal little bits of my heart, even if they might not steal the whole thing. And I'm okay with that. Because everything happens for a reason. And if I never understand the reasons for some things, that's okay.... you don't have to understand everything to know that there's meaning and wonder in the light and the darkness.