Even when you know there is nothing like plain black and vanilla white, why does grey become so comfortable?
Are coincidences planned to basically screw up all the plans you ever made?
Destiny is a comfort zone or is that the way it was always meant to be?
When suddenly everything is crystal clear in your gut and everything around you seems perfect why is it right then when you start questioning the perfection of it all?
Why are you scared to believe in your happy ending?