Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.

I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.

Tell me where the swans go in the winterI need to know if the mute ones can sing.Tell me why stars fall from the skyI need to know if it is luck they bring.Tell me why feathers land near youI need to know if you've injured your wing.Now, tell me where you end, my angelFor I no longer know where I begin.

I was so blessed. The first person I gave my heart to was an angel who plucked the feathers off his wings and built a nest for it.