Those accidental encounters were also destined, but they later became destined accidents. I knew it when we first met.
On the way home from evening self-study get out of class, under the orange streetlight, you are like an injured black cat surrounded by light, struggling, tired, and longing.
The bleak life of more than twenty years was illuminated by your bright eyes that night.
Intention: Loving you is like saying "I am alive"