Everything happens for a reason

Sitting.
Waiting.
Wishing.
Hoping for the best.
You were never like the rest.
You act off impulses that come from the beating
Organ
Resting in your chest.
You never act alone
Because you're always with me
The things you say
Make me feel so
Free.
You love what you love
And you hate what you hate
But you don't frown upon the things you say
Or the things you do
Or the ones you love
Everything happens for a reason
Right?
Everything happens for a reason.
You ask yourself.
Daily.
You sit there.
Wandering.
Wondering.
"Where will i be tomorrow?"
Next week.
Month.
Year.
Dear, everything happens for a reason.
Everything happens
For the reason, is just a reason.
It's not like you've turned your back
Commited a felony
or Treason.
When 1 + 1 = 2
And Me + Love = You
Where does that leave us?
What happens when everything has
Fallen
Apart, with love, and hate, and love.
And love.
Everything happens for a reason.
Right?