you're with me.

Do you believe in fate?

Do you believe that it's fate that's driving us apart?

For the reason we keep missing each other's paths?

You are never in my world, and I have no connection to yours.

I've run away, my dear.

You've come home, and I've run far, far away.

Perhaps fate will drive me back to the real world,

 while you're still in it.

Perhaps fate will give you my heart for me.

Perhaps fate will make you stay.

photographs taken by my mother and I,

in our secret spots in the northern forests.