There are times where I don’t think I’m making the right decision, and I like to believe that the universe has my back.

I’m on the fence about believing in destiny. Do you know what I mean? Like, our future is already planned out for us, and for the most part, there’s not much we can do to dictate what that is.

I thought I’d meet you in a coffee store or a book store. I thought we’d figure out how we each have some childhood issues we always hide under the bed versus ever admitting to it.

I thought we’d discuss the worst heartbreak we ever had and why it made us feel that way. I thought we’d discuss the times we broke other people’s hearts.

Maybe it was the universe that put a second chance in front of us. Maybe I don’t deserve any credit at all. Maybe I was always destined to end up here, writing this, wondering if you’re thinking the same thing.

Does the universe fight for love?

Does it change the mind of the boy who’s having a tough time figuring out what he wants for the rest of his life?

Does the universe understand how much pressure that is? Probably not, right?

Well, universe, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of an idiot. Could you make it a little more obvious for me?