Everyone is a lesson. a story

I don't think how one could meet with another are simply a coincidence. I believe in how the universe work in mysterious ways and make people's path crossed. People leaved but stories stayed. lessons learned. Some brought you drink and took you places, some trying to be your best when they already are, some leaves you with hate, or some leave you loved. Someone you shared your first gelato with and maybe someone you wanted to hug, how they smell so much like your pillow.
I don't think how one could meet with another are simply a coincidence. I believe in how the universe works in mysterious ways and make people's path crossed. And if ever anything changes, everything would last.

Sun

Time shows almost twelve in the morning when I realized how strange this room was. I'm currently sitting on this small armless chair with an unfinished catcher in the rye on my right and a stillness sleepy headache. and I need to point this out: there are a little too much skylight in this house, I'm heating up and it cause me to lost anything to write.