When I Fall In Love

When I fall in love with someone, God usually is on my side.

I don't know why, or how, but I can prove it.

Like when that time I screwed up and you helped me up, or that time when I was late and ended up sitting next to you. That time when the elevator door opens when I was passing by, that time lead to the first time a boy has ever kissed my forehead.

All those and much more, for me, is too good to be called a coincidence. It just made me believe that, well, the Man up there was the one who set it up for me. And so far as I know, He is good. He actually brought me back to that guy, even after a nasty good-bye.

And now, I feel that slowly we are being pulled apart.

The time when you lost your phone so you can't contact me, the time when you hurt my feelings that I don't want to contact you. The time when your phone number changed and I was too afraid to pick up, the time when I wasn't there on your last day in the place where we met.

All those, and much more, to me is too...

It is too obvious to be called a coincidence.

What is He trying to do up there?

The time when we started talking to each other, the time when I begin to admire, the time when we ended up being in one team, the time when you acknowledge me as a friend.

And everything, all together, just like that...

It makes sense now.