Kismet. Fate, otherwise. Destined to come true, somehow or rather. Something unexplainable. Like your own path carved out for you by higher authorities. And I don't mean your parents or great-great-grandparents. Those living upstairs.
Just as well kismet come unto me. I've been living a very lonely life. Alone. But isn't that the concept? Being lonely means being alone? No, I argued. You can be lonely, even in a very crowded place. Or amongst your fellow 'friends.'
He came into my life just as abruptly as he left. I still feel sad now. He was the best thing that ever happened to me. He made my life easier, filled in the empty spaces. He made me feel so complete, I almost thought I was going to burst at the seams.
We'd spent every minute together; we were never tired of each other. He'd smother me in loving kisses, sit by my side, and cheer me up without fail. Like I said, we were fated for each other.
It wasn't until one day when I left him in the house, just to tend the garden. I guess he decided to come out and sit with me. He was halfway down the driveway when an oncoming car swerved his way to avoid a pedestrian. He died instantly.
I'd cried for days on end. No one could really figure out why I cried so hard, not even Mother. She calmed me down with soothing words, but even words can't heal the deep wound he left behind. no one understood at all.
I loved him with all my heart. Today was supposed to be our 4 week anniversary. He isn't here anymore. i know he's in someplace better, somewhere where all things, beings and creatures are happy.
My love, my puppy. I named him Kismet. He was, after all, fated for me.
A/N : This isn't true, by the way. It just came up to me. No, the dog doesn't exist.