I wonder how the road decides when paths are to cross but I am glad it decided to cross ours on the badminton court, the charity bazaar, at the shop and even in the States. Perhaps the road has other plans for you as our paths have not crossed since then. Though I hope it will cross again like the first time, even if it does not, I wish the best for you. Take care.

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Dear Diary, "Marcus was at the bar. He looked good, but it looks like he's taken. My loss is always someone else's gain ..." Dear *Marcus, I wrote those words twenty years ago in my diary. On May 3, 1997. My friends dragged me out for a night of bar-hopping, even though I wasn't in…