Why do love stories usually start with bumping on each other on a busy street or spilling coffee on someone’s coat? Why do authors make it seem like love happens by accident – by something that could have never happened if the girl didn’t trip on her own shoe or if the guy wasn’t so in a hurry to have swapped his phone with the other? Isn’t love caused by destiny? By an omnipresent being who has written my love story even before it began? Does love only happen by accident?