~Lilly~ Life, they say, is a mystery. Sometimes, we think we already know, but the truth is we don't. When I was eighteen, I thought I would find my fate. I wasn't big on it since my parents weren't fated, but I wondered how nice it would be for me to experience the bond; it never happened to me, and life went on. I never hoped for much, and neither was I actively searching. I would lie if I said I wasn't plagued by loneliness at night, but there was nothing I could do about it but wait. Years went by, and I watched friends, family and acquaintances find their soulmates, their fated partners, as they called them. I witnessed their joy, their struggles, and their unwavering support for each other, and while I was genuinely happy for them, a part of me couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. I questioned myself countless times—was I doing something wrong? Was I not putting myself out there enough? Was I too picky? But deep down, I knew that fate had its own timeline, its own plan f
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