chance

to stumble upon, to meet, to fall in love.. fascinating isnt it?
or perhaps, this feeling diluted because of doubt?
too many "i love you"s said to mant different men in my life.
now i'm not sure if it were true.
i used to jog. once, i chanced upon this man as i was strolling home.
no idea why he left an impression.
then i realised i've met him several times. but i've never noticed because i kept looking down.
kept failing to see the people around me.
but i was lucky to have found him. never mind what happens after that.
but to cherish the ones you have?
perhaps we're all having this attitude that there's always someone else for you.. someone special meant for you.. you're always waiting for the next one that crosses your path - you missed the one right in front of you.
that's why you've never taken the initiative to tell that person you think you like. because you have suspicions that haunt you.. that you fear.. "i'm not your mr/ms right"
what if you're wrong?
what if your soulmate is waiting for you to make the first move?
because he/she has the same doubt as you?