Love actually!

Our love
was like fiction
in the making.
You, a fountain pen.
I, a blank sheet.
You wanted to
doodle a magical web.
I was being
myself - blotting paper.
Together, we were disaster.

I've got some of the best friends, albeit imaginary.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You turn away, but the storm adjusts.

.
.
.

One thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm is all about.

- Haruki Murakami