was it ordained that I'd come here and by a fluky last-min-reshuffle of assignment, be put with you. and then would begin another journey in this world of probabilistic-matching encounters and following relationships, some without names. enabled with words or the unnecessarity of them, we would learn each other and continue to do so (for how long?) while I refuse to let go of you and you allow me my stubbornness.

some odd meters down the corridor you coexist and sometimes I wish you into appearing right in front of me in that very space that is a metaphor of our guarantee that this will not grow into anything disrupting to either's life.