Fate, a word given a plethora of definitions, used time and time again to describe a phenomena more often regarded as love. If fate is what brings lovers together, then these lovers fail to realize that every meeting is fate, the strangers passing them by on the ragged streets, the disjointed grocer standing in front of them on line, the always angry boss, the failed test. They fail to realize that even bad fate is, indeed, fate. However, if it is not fate, but rather a mere coincidence of time, then is it not impossible to fall in love with anyone at any time, as long as their time cooperates with your time, falling in love is simple; falling in love is random, not plausible, no longer special.