The word of a gardener.
Maybe it’s just coincidence.
Or maybe we were all meant to find each other.
There are times when I find myself asking, “How did I ever get to meet you all?”
But I stop mid-question only to ask another, “How could I possibly survive without every one of you, now?”
The sky we’ve flown, the monsters we’ve faced, the towers we’ve climbed, and the perils we’ve averted; we grew, failed, and succeeded against many of life’s encounters — I am happy I got to do such things with all of you.
And when the time comes that we should face our final battle, we shall do so together.
Something like a final battle wouldn’t seem so bad then.