Never Be

Where there is beauty there is destruction.
But like they say, Everything happens for a reason.
People become lessons, you grow, and you meet people who you were meant to meet.
But not every stranger you end up loving will be a lesson.
Maybe there was a reason the sun was swallowed by grey clouds that Wednesday in September.
A reason why the sky began to cry causing people to huddle underneath anything and everything.
A reason why I decided to take a taxi to the nearest coffee shop.
Or.
Perhaps there was a reason I had chosen to wear my ripped Guns N' Roses shirt. The reason for a conversation with a stranger.