Sometimes I am convinced that everything happens for a reason, as cliche as it sounds. Why else would I have decided to go out that night after work, when normally I climb straight into bed? I could’ve gone anywhere, but I found myself in a crowded room and we somehow found each other. We drank and laughed and fell all over the place. Whether you’re only around for a month more or even a few years, there has got to be a reason why you are here at this moment. I don’t even need to know why, just the realization alone is enough to satisfy.