βSometimes you meet someone, and itβs so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether youβre in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. Itβs so clear, right off the bat, that this is what youβre supposed to be doing, that this is what youβre for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I donβt know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.β
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