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Day, night, earth, sky, begginings and endigns, lovers and enemies, the dicotomy is never ending. 

You, me, here and there. What were the chances? What were the odds of two people like the two of us meeting and becoming friends and then falling in love and then finding a way to work it out despite all of the drama in between? 

I asked the ChatGPT, not with all the variables in between (like: what are the odds of me asking for a divorce at the same time my ex lover finds his way back in to my live), but just the simplest math equation: what were the odds of us meeting. And it was less than 0,049%. Less than one chance in two thousands, if we include all of the crazy variables.

We're here against all odds. It was never meant to be. 

Still, somehow, I feel like it was always supposed to be us.