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How do we know?

How do we know that it's for us?
Any kind of love or affection.
There's been a time when the whole package of every emotion was directed right by me to the person next to me.
So why in the world would I believe now that there's a better package with my name on it?
Why would I accept it now?
Well, acceptance is a long way. Why would I acknowledge it?
I didn't get the things when I wanted.
I got some things when I was grieving.
I got some better when I was in denial.
In conclusion without any mistake of mine, fate or destiny or some kind of positive energy sent all its love, and affection to me, I missed it.
How was I supposed to know that was for me.
How was I supposed to be sure that this wouldn't hurt?
How am I now supposed to be okay with the fact that there might never be something like that ..that I've been offered?
Who do I blame?
Universe?
Fine. Screw you, universe.
God?
Fine, Goodbye God.
Lucifer?
Well, he minds his damn business. So no.
Maybe I just sit and stare at the package leaving as the waves get back into the ocean hoping that one day, one damn day the wave would visit again.
Just waiting with the Sea Otters.
This time bigger, better, and most importantly when I'm sane and willing to accept it.
Toodles. 
Go eat noodles.
 Zomato notification oche untadi ee patiki.
Drink more water macha 💜

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