The right people often arrive at the wrong time.
When they come, our hearts are not ready, our paths are moving in different directions, or life is asking us to fight battles we cannot postpone. The connection feels real, yet timing stands between two souls like an invisible wall. Sometimes it is not the people who are wrong, but the season in which they arrive.
And perhaps that is life's quiet irony—some people teach us the meaning of love, not by staying, but by arriving when we are unable to hold on.
This rain Lilly in my balcony bloomed today morning for the first time, quietly reminding me this beautiful truth.
