I ran away in heels - fate caught up in sneakers.
I changed routes - it followed the navigator.
I even deleted my profile in the app - but "he" still wrote in another universe. Well, you know. And fate can also be harmful.
It makes you meet people at the most inopportune moment,
fall in love when you didn't plan it at all (for example, on vacation with friends, and not at a business meeting).
Or - you just did your hair - and here's a headwind of fate. But do you know what its trick is?
It always appears at the very moment when you say to yourself: "I'm not waiting anymore" ...
And suddenly: whoops! - a casual glance, one message, a conversation until two in the morning...
And then you're already warming someone's hands and googling how to fry syrniki (although before that you considered it a gastronomic crime).
Fate is not fate.
It's more like a joker, slightly drinking coffee without sugar With a sense of humor, with patience, with character. Do you believe in fate?
Or do you think we ourselves are its authors?
Now I'm thinking: maybe I shouldn't run away?
Maybe I should just... smile and say:
"Okay, fate. I give in. But only if you have good intentions. And kisses to boot." Everything will be. And even better.
Because you definitely can't run away from something good