Maybe one day, you will be like me, thanking fate and rejoicing in meeting someone. Maybe one day, you will be like me, resenting fate and hating the departure of someone...
Maybe fate has never played with our joys and sorrows. Old partings and new encounters may be nothing more than a play arranged by God in his spare time. Random fiddling with it has made us miss the cold winter, the warm spring, and all the times when we may or may not meet. Maybe this is not our story. Things may just be the inscription of a story between you and another person, me and another person. The story was written when we parted. In the future, neither of us will appear together. The remaining memories will also be worn away by the long time in the future, and will also be replaced by new encounters in the future, and will also be drowned by the happiness and laughter in the future...