Encounter Mismatch

Some people say that love is a kind of encounter, and some people say that waiting is a kind of happiness. However, if we only wait since we met, will love also be a kind of happiness? When we met again in the vast crowd, we had already forgotten how excited we were when we first met. Whether love is true can withstand the test of time. We meet each other. Wait. Misplaced again. We are finally holding hands with the one we love. But fate is never predictable. Love will also have its tests. Just the last one. How do we get back to where we were so far away? I have been waiting in the same place for a long time, and finally I don't know where to wander. Isn't our love a kind of random encounter from the beginning?