Songs About Serendipity Novels & Stories

And if it is really meant to be someday in the future, I hope our paths will traverse yet another time, and maybe then we can have a chance, a chance to happen, although I don’t hope for it is scary to expect without certainty. Where does my faith go? I placed one earbud on my left ear and played a song from Spotify. I was listening to the song, If I Were You by Switchfoot, and was looking at my face in the mirror thinking what to write next. 2020 enemies What a dismal odyssey Hell bound the apathy Is there any remedy? 'Cause we bicker over Listerine With Twitter as our liturgy What a crummy legacy 2020 enemies If I were you And you were me

Eyes 🎵🎶 Like a sunrise🎵🎶 Like a rainfall🎵🎶 Down my soul🎵🎶 And I wonder🎵🎶 I wonder why you look at me like that🎵🎶 What you're thinking🎵🎶 What's behind🎵🎶 Don't tell me🎵🎶 But it feels like love🎵🎶

“I’ve been called worse.” “You’ve been called better,” Corey suggested. “I think your father had it spot on when he named you Serendipity.” She smiled serenely at him for a moment before she finally said, “You know, Serendipity doesn’t just mean ‘luck’ or ‘good fortune’ as so many people think. Firstly, it means to find good luck and good fortune by accident. And I’m afraid, for most of my life, I’ve only stumbled into the accident part and never the fortune part. I think, however, perhaps my luck is changing a bit.”

"One day, I hope for you to be a great friend of mine. (alternate picking of guitar music) Dam. Dam da. Dam(table tapping). Talk to me about the things you find, Full of wistfulness (tapping of the guitar) Or anything that makes you stress…. Dang. Dang. Dang. Dang. (there was table tapping voice with each dang) You are my serendipity Don't ever defenestrate me Even if you find my Epoch to be a crime. You are ineffable to me Come to me When you find yourself in a shitty situation I will woefully make you smile. Come to me When you find no hope Neither you know how to elope Just come to me We will talk it out. Don't cling to anything that doesn't make you smile. You are my serendipity So be se

The man who held my wrists on that roof and said my name like it mattered. I wrote about that. Over and over. Like if I put it in music, it would become safer. Permanent. Mine. I clear my throat. “What’s next?” Ty asks. I hesitate. Then I force myself to speak. “This one’s… slower.” I swallow. “It’s called Anchor.” Serena’s voice is gentle. “Okay. Take us there.” My fingers find the chords. They’re simple. Bare. The kind of progression you can’t hide behind. I sing.

I had never imagined I’d be serenading someone. In the rain, for starters. But I did. I sang as loud as I could so she would hear. The resonant sound of the guitar floated through the serendipitous background music of dripping rain. I sang the words of “Living Miracle” with the unique charm of my lighter weight voice plus a generous helping of the warm, smoky low register that I knew Sol loved. | {Beauty is skin-deep but not you}

she said while pleading. (Author: Let's sing first my readers, please sing with me.) //Playing You'll be safe here by Rivermaya// ⏪⏸⏩  Nobody knows Just why we're here Could it be fate Or random circumstance At the right place At the right time Two roads intertwine And if the universe conspired To meld our lives To make us Fuel and fire Then know Where ever you will be So too shall I be Refrain: Close your eyes Dry your tears

Then I start singing. ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ Whether I remain there or not baby, just remain there somewhere in me. When I get the last sleep, keeps coming in my dreams... This is all I have to tell you... This is all I have to tell you... ______________________________ ______________________________ Someday if there is rain, Just think that I am there in the drops...

Duh.. Duh.. *knock* *can I come in?* *door opens* . . . SURPRISE *squealing* _______*******_______ 🎶 My happiest moments weren't complete if you weren't by my side (you weren't by my side) You're my relation in connection to the sun (connection to the sun) With you next to me there's no darkness I can't overcome (I can't overcome) You are my raindrops, I am the seed (I am the seed) 🎶

“The Bad thing is—you hardly ask for help, Serenity. You have a bad habit of not asking for help. So how can you tell when to ask him? What if you ask when it’s too late? What do I do then?” “Promise me.” Rather than respond, he turned on the stereo, playing “Broken Promise” by Jon Dretto. “Perfect song for a perfect time as this!” He retorted. I snickered and rolled my eyes at him.