I once had a theory. That maybe there was no God, what if every person had an author. The people you met were simply crossovers from other stories. They could be the next big chapter in your life or simply a friendly face you saw every morning. If you think about it maybe it isn't out the bounds of possibility. Every story is different. Each part of your life a chapter, the future unwritten. That big love you thought would last forever but ended and left you heartbroken, maybe that's because your author has something more epic planned. 

Compassionate, gentle, musical with a desire to escape reality.