A year ago, I found myself outside a club in Spain, enjoying the loud chatter from people walking by. I was obliviously enjoying my cigarette when unexpectedly a bright eyed, sandy haired, smiling boy approached me to ask if I had a lighter.
This could have been just another stranger but as I would later find out, that night changed my life. Talking to him proved to be easy, laughing with him was a nice distraction and suddenly I was a bit happier with my life. I had gotten everything I had asked for at the beginning of the year. A breath of fresh air, a friend.
I have never been one to believe in things like fate, but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; from everything that could have happened in the last two years, every mishap, every fight, everything, it seems like every little thing led me to that moment. That moment when I chose to listen to the voice in my head and talk to a complete stranger. It turns out I was trying to fit all the wrong pieces in the puzzle just so I could see the right one. It has always been hard for me to explain this situation to other people. But they accepted it. Still it seems surreal and I don’t think I could even understand it myself if I tried to.
But once again fate struck me like a lightning bolt.