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Unlucky? No, You’re My Blessing

 

You're Fortune of My Life
You're Fortune of My Life

Luck of Having You

You call yourself unlucky, but for me, you're the greatest fortune of my life.  

Having you in my world feels like I’ve won something priceless. If luck means meeting you, then I must be the luckiest person alive.

-@Satyaharishchandraa

Some people carry a belief that they bring misfortune to those they care about. They carry a silent guilt, thinking their presence might lead to distance or loss. But the truth is far from it.

If someone is in your life who feels this way, take a moment to remind them how much they mean to you. Tell them they’re not unlucky, they’re a blessing. Their laughter, their quirks, their silent glances are treasures that make life brighter.

I’ve been lucky enough to meet someone who feels this way about herself, and every day, I am reminded that it’s her presence that adds meaning to my life. She thinks she’s unlucky, but for me, she’s the one who turned ordinary moments into memories I’ll hold forever.

Life may have its ups and downs, but meeting her was the kind of miracle that makes every challenge worth it. She’s not unlucky; she’s the luck I never knew I was waiting for.



#FeelingLucky #GratefulHeart #SheChangedMyWorld #TrueLove #BlessedToHaveYou #LoveBeyondWords #Satyaharishchandraa #VictioryOfEarthAndPerfectPrince

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