You can't decide whether God will open a door or a window for you, just like you don't know what fate will bring or deprive you of.
She was deprived of a beautiful childhood and grew up alone, with sharpness in her bones.
He was deprived of a beautiful childhood and had to grow up rigidly. There is sadness hidden in perfection.
Their meeting was destined. God opened a window for her and let her see him in front of the door.
Their encounter was tactful. God opened a door for him and allowed him to see her in front of the window.
There are so few people in the world who can be trusted. Why do I believe you so much the first time I see you?