‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾♥*♡∞:。.。 soon 。.。:∞♡*♥☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙ "Do you think we'll ever meet?"~ she asks while writing a reply to his letter.The question hung in the air, suspended between continents and time zones. "Yes, I was the one who started all this..but I had no idea that this would happen." The balcony was bathed in the soft glow of dawn. The birds had begun their morning chorus, and the scent of dew-kissed leaves wafted through the open window. Two such people whose fate had come together from above..But maybe they can never be together but the biggest hand in connecting these two was pen and paper: Both are completely different from each other One is the earth and the other is the sky: One is fire and the other is water: One is as hard as ice and the other is as soft as air: But both of them wrote their fate with their own hands in red ink: Let's see how a moon is able to find its star among so many stars.