Fate doesn’t come to you at just any time,but at the very last, if you want t use the term fate, it should happen, often at the most dramatic moments brought by coincidence. That’s what makes it fate. That’s why another term for fate is timing.
If I had not been caught at any of those damn traffic lights… If any of those red traffic lights had helped me, even once… I could be standing in front of her, as if it were fate. My first love was always held back by that thing they call timing. That damn timing.
In the end, fate and timing.. do not just happen out of coincidence. They are products of earnest, simple choices, that make up miraculous moments. Being resolute, making decisions without hesitation… That is what makes timing.
He wanted her more than I did. And I should have been more courages. It was not the traffic lights’ fault… It was not timing… It was my many hesitations…