Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment

Am a firm believer in everything for a reason, and everything has it purpose in life.

I read a book, before Boy went to America, and I knew after reading the book that he had to go. I also knew, that once he was there, when I saw the address that that is where he was supposed to be.

I knew Tooli would be in Edinburgh. That was my place, and part of my heart is over there, and while part of my heart is there Tooli will be safe and happy there.

Things that happen, that I can't see the reason for, I can't explain; but there must be reason for it somewhere. Bad things that have happened, have led us on different paths, to happier times.

That same book that I read. I wanted Si to read it, but Boy has it and has passed it to someone else. I ordered it again, and it went missing. Last week, the people said they would send me another copy out. It hasn't turned up. I think it's making its message clear. I've not to read it again.

This leaf.

It's a leaf, I hear you say. Yes, it's a leaf, but this leaf decided to stand upright, on the ground right outside my window. 2 hours it held it's ground. The wind was high today. It rained, on and off. But still it stood. Waving to me. Other leaves blew around it, and bits of paper and rain, whirling around in a circle around the car park.

When I left, I decided to walk over and say hello. But when I did, he was gone.

What do you think he was trying to tell me?