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Good answer.
Destiny was the cause of all the good in my life: the dearest of interactions such as this one.
I was mesmerised by his presence. As soon as he entered our home his eyes were locked in sight with mine. The storm outside was so severe he was forced to abandon his ship. He proceeded to describe such a catastrophe so casually, his tone of voice almost lacked emotion.
My initial instinct was to welcome him in and cater for him like I would any other stranger who had been shipwrecked, but it soon became more than that. It felt right; it was fate.
True Love?
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