I keep wondering: if I hadn't met him when I was seventeen, would my life have been much simpler? Or if I hadn't returned to City C years later, would everything have turned out differently? Sadly, some people are destined to be tangled up with each other.
When years of love face the cruel joke of fate, will the phoenixes fly apart, or will they soar together, wing to wing?
Whatever the ending, the aftereffects of love won't follow us forever. So believe that someone will cross mountains and rivers to come to your side and whisper softly in your ear: "Thank goodness. Fate played its tricks, but I'm still here waiting for you."
