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Fate made sure
that my path came across yours
or yours stumble upon mine
there was no such thing as ‘by chance’
it was planned by pen unseen
making puppets out of you and me.

Day and night
as strangers we met
and let friendship crawl gradually
before many more days rushed
you became a dear, dear friend
one who stayed by choice.

Though fate tugged some strings
to see us collide slowly
and the years found us planting
deeper the roots of friendship
it was out of my hands
how hard the falling.

With open arms, you said jump
and there I flew with wind beneath my wings,
my eyes closed.

(Another one inspired by quotes)