Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe it was a coincidence.

Maybe, just maybe, it was on purpose.

I don't know how it happened, but what I do know is since that day, I haven't gone one day without wondering why.

Why me?

Of all people, I was the one she ran into that day. Something might just possibly come out of my useless, pathetic life.

But it won't be because of me.

It's her fault, and I didn't do a damn thing about it. But I didn't really care to.

Maybe I needed it that day.

She was probably just doing her usual routine.

Somehow, it helped.

That run in was the one thing I needed to restart my life.

I needed that.

I needed her to run into me, and not care that I spilled coffee all over her clean shirt. Even though, I later learned, she did care.

Now, she's gone.

I like to think I can fix everything. Using my hands, or my brain, or whatever skill I might have, I like to think I can improve a situation or offer my best advice.

But I can't fix this.