Dear Chance,

I was trying to deny the fact that you exist. Seeing you chase the wind and go in circles all the more showed me my greatest fear that I, as well, might end up chasing pavements. But you happened to occur in a limited time and I closed my eyes and took your hand, hoping that it would be worth the risk. I think it was still, though my expectations were more. I did it because I know that was my part- my response to chances that come once in a lifetime. After this grand time, I am still learning to accept that there are things that don't happen clearly with undefined people like me. You gave me hope that grasped me entirely. Now let my eyes tell you that you took a part of me and it was a sad fact I have to go. Maybe goodbye for now is proper, as my mind longs to wait for you to come again and in that day, I would like to hope that you will find that part of me that I left- and carry it as you fill that missing piece of me. If not, you can be sure that the part I left is only yours.

Sincerely,
Jana