"When two souls find each other, nothing can tear them apart."
Strangely reminiscent of The Time Traveller's Wife, the same bitter sweet emotions, the same predestined love one could hardly run away from.
Stories like these make me wonder about fate, about the belief that there is a perfect match for everyone, that fairytales do exist, only they may not always end with happily ever afters.
And yet we hear of talk about accepting 80/100 happiness, that fighting for happiness may leave you unhappier, that expecting less allows you contentment.
What then?
If happiness was a slice of cake, and we could only have one in our entire life, should we gobble it down in one big mouth or should we just learn to take tiny little bites?