It’s been almost 2 years to date that marks the day that my heart was shattered. And in case anyone is wondering, I’m doing just fine. I don’t want nor do I like reminiscing about the past, but I can’t help but take a moment every year around this time that I was so ready to be with someone, combine our dreams, and take off. Fast forwarding to now, my ideologies have changed, my priorities have changed, and my perception of my future have changed. I’m now more thrown in academia and work. My textbook pages keep me warm at night practically. But I don’t want that life; that life isn’t for me. There has to be a reason (he) is back in my life. It’s not humanly possible to delete someone from your life then (him) to come back in a different form. If I didn’t go with my brother to John’s grad party, my brother would have never met his now girlfriend who is (his) cousin. Like what? There’s a purpose why God and fate put (him) back in my life. And yes, I do think about (him) from time to time and wonder how (he) is doing in life; I can’t forget about someone who I held dear to my heart. Oh and to top of this encountering, my father is back in town, wants to see me, and bought me a car. Why God? I think I’ve been through enough in the past 2 years.