One wrong person can mess your whole life. True.
But to reach the right person, you must pass through a couple of wrong persons. Else you will never realize happiness without sorrows.
Just like the prerequisite of divorce is: marriage. I know. Deviation. It’s an art and it’s not always out of the context.
Anyway. Back to that person.
So, you may find the right person but s/he may not be in a position to claim the same.
Your right. Yet not vice versa. Zero sum.
Then you see your wrong one matching perfectly with someone else. Syncing. Algorithm.
Just like your worst enemy is someone’s best friend. And your best friend is someone’s foe.
Tell her to go! Deviation! Leave!
Perhaps, it’s after the existential crisis itself that tells you the crux of the whole journey. And the crux is: it was you.
You were the wrong person all along. The entire dot in your universe was you.
You.
Hence, you.
