I made myself believe that we were destined to meet, that our souls were arranged by the Universe, like constellations, to form something beautiful. Whatever it was, there was a reason behind our meeting, and I use to believe that the reason is because we are for each other. But as how some people say, there will be people who will walk in on your life, only to leave... and leave their mark: A lesson that will scar you for the rest of your life. But this scar, contrary to what is believed about scars, will not show how imperfect you are. This one, though it will come from a nasty wound, will instill beauty in you after it heals.