I wander around aimlessly, as is my habit, wondering about you.
I wander around curiously, as is my habit, wondering if you too.
I wander around purposely, as is my habit, searching for you.

I think will we meet?
I think will fate allow it?
I think will we plan it?

We talk not.
We walk not.
We play not. 

Our paths do not cross, not even by chance.
Our lives a coincidence that will not be.
Because every coincidence can only be…
a well planned step by you and by me.