The dimensions of life

It may sound normal, but, there is this thread of coincidence weaving itself around me, rarely connecting with me. The word 'Copper', for example, is just repeating itself so many times that it seems to be playing some hidden and important role in my life.
Everything that seemed insignificant actually seems to be more significant. It is nice, in a way, to know that you're the centre of something big; but again, everyone is.
Their universes colliding with so many others', creating dimensions  that we never thought could exist, a new realm altogether. And so many dimensions forming perpetually; a dimension within another and so on and so on until one particular dimension forms, in which everyone's dimensions just blend in harmoniously.
There are these different dimensions that are forming just by the decisions we make; another new dimension contradicting the decision we make in this one, and these contradictions resonating with the thousands of contradictions of others' dimensions. Except, we don't realise that we're stepping into another dimension and the world is adapting according to the decision WE make. These things just make us feel important, but actually, "We're just infitesemal flecks of dust in history." [Woot woot! Well said, queenofsmirks!]. Except, these small flecks make all the difference. 

Just another letter

Hello there,
I hope you can hear me or atleast take notice of what i am going to say.
I know I should not have left you at that foreseeable end, maybe, I should've taken you along with me for the rest of my life, my partner. Not a day goes by without me thinking of how perfect you made me and how we were a good pair.
But still, know this, I may have found a new somebody. She is not as adorable as you, nor is she that loved by me. She just fits me, so it seems, and I may be continuing the rest of my life with her. I'm sorry, Physics, but Jurisprudence may be my forever.
She is not as great as you and just a thousand times more bitchy. She does not instigate me to use my mind as much as you did. She is just not you! But still, blame the circumstances, damn them in hell, my journey must be with this one. Maybe, and maybe, even she will break apart after 5 long years. Until then, you'll be someone i'll regularly visit and care about.
After the 5 years, I may just come back to you. Please do wait!
 
                                                                                                                 Yours Lovingly,
                                                                                                                You-Know-Who.

One Magical Tale

Clouds that go dark,
Wind that blows cold,
Peckers pecking against bark and
All the memories that we hold.
Space between our hands,
As true as a truth never told.
Through silence,
We have a magical tale unfold.
The hopes that clouds stay forever and wind keeps blowing,

That we stay eternal and our love keeps blooming.