In light of certain events occurring in the lives of a close friend of mine, I would like to quote author Zhang Xiaoxian <>:
Roughly translated, it means:
Meeting the right person at the right time is a blessing;
Meeting the wrong person at the right time leaves you feeling helpless and exasperated;
Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sad lament;
While meeting the wrong person at the wrong time leaves you with nothing but sighs.
In its original Chinese, the quotation above is truly quite beautiful. Its translation into English leaves much to be desired, since much of the poetry has been translated away. Alas, I thought I would share this, for you might, should you so desire, reflect upon where your own relationship might stand. Is this the right person; is this the right time?