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Letter 11 of 11. Denial, Hope, Patterns
Ever Wren
Dear Serendipity (Or So I Thought)
to: the one who mistook it for fate
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Dear Serendipity, …Or So I Thoughtby Ever WrenThey say you arrive like a fortunate accident—a chance meeting wrapped in golden timing.But not all collisions of fate are blessings.Some arrive dressed in meaning,only to unwind us, thread by thread.In the chill of early February,another industry event—a blur of name tags and polite smiles,the kind of handshakes that mean everythingand nothing at once.I was focused on meeting new clients,still nursing the quiet ache of a love gone dry.I longed for peace, not drama.But fate — or something far more deliberate —had already set things in motion.And that’s when you appeared —in what I mistook for fate.