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UNIVERSE TIMING - BUILDBAS

BUILD POV

All my life, i have been told to never doubt the universe's timing. Everything will come together for you, just when you need it to. To truly believe in your intentions and the reason why you want something to work out, and it will. Pure and intentional faith and belief will more or less guarantee the outcome you want. And so, i have continued on my path, exploring the depths of the universe, and learning the ebbs and flows of this powerful entity.

I considered myself lucky, getting into the Suan Sunandha Rajabaht University of my dreams, the Dean's list and the cushy job on Kappu Kappu Coffee Shop on Khaosan Road. I felt safe and secure with my hard work and complete faith in the universe. Whatever i want with all my heart, would come together for me. But there is one thing that i haven't had much luck with learning how to manoeuvre: the timing of matters of the heart.

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I am convinced that humans are extremely confusing to understand, because of our emotions. We are unpredictable and frankly, very unreliable. It is tough to measure one's true intentions and determine your next course of action. And this is where i think the universe, glitches.

Despite this, i always thought that with time and effort, i could learn to understand people. The more you understand people and their intentions, the easier it is to work with their ways. It worked for me in every aspect of my life.

Until i met him.

He was a junior, and i was a sophomore, speeding up my degree to graduate a year early to break into the big wide world, i quickly caught up to graduate at around the same time as him.

Little did i know, that a stargazing boy would one day become my, right person, wrong time love. We all have one. My best choice, but simultaneously, my greatest regret.

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It was a miserably cold evening, basically a normal Krung Thep City cold night, as i walked home from the dining hall. After a lively debate with my politically correct and socially aware friend group, my brain was buzzing with ideas and inspiration for my next ethics class essay.

He was sitting on the stairs, a college student tradition, holding a mug of tea and gazing at the stars. It was a gorgeous clear sky night before the clouds drifted in. His straight body posture and straight hair, all that i could identify in the dimly lit environment, seemed all too familiar. He was the quiet boy from my Music class.

I didn't make much of it, thousands of students a year, probably just another one i'd end up connecting with on Line. I quickly scurried towards Samut Songkhram, my tropical self can't bear the cold.

"Imagine sitting outside in this cold, couldn't be me in a million years!" I thought to myself and laughed it off. As i reached the middle of the path, a cold raindrop fell on my eyebrow. Rain in a cold environment is nothing short of bone-chilling. I swung my bag over my shoulder to remove my sturdy umbrella, and out of the corner of my eye, i saw him.

His tall and perfect posture, quickly folded into a ball, huddling as a gust of wind ruffled the leaves of the trees.

"Um, hi! Do you need an umbrella? Happy to walk you to Samut Songkhram," i asked, wondering if approaching a young boy in the darkness of night was a bad idea. As if the wind blew, just at the right time, that short exchange, changed my life.

We walked in silence, an awkward gait as i was a head shorter than him, and my thick coat restricted my arm from raising the umbrella too high.

"Hey! Listen, it's pouring and we are quite far from the dormitory, do you want to stop for a cookie? It's the least i could do to thank you?"