“ They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die. ”
When a memory dies, the truth takes its place. Losing a memory is more painful than losing an arm. Because memories cannot be amputated. In familiarity, we find a sense of security. When this security leaves, the unfamiliar remains.
~ P. Wish
It was not a coincidence. It was not deja vu. It was destiny. It was my destiny to meet her.
Like everything else in life, these questions have no easy answers.
