Meant

Tonight's a beautiful night. Maybe it's the moonlight shining through the leaves, she thought.

He turned to her and said, "Nice! Moonlight's shining through the leaves"
What the?!?

Was it possible? Could there be some kind of cosmic explanation for him?

He says things even before she could think them.
He does things she is just about to.
He walks right in front of her path.

Inexplicable irony. So different to the sense yet so alike down to the last subtle quirk. Yin and Yang. Black and White. Night and Day. Opposites attract.

Opposites attract. They do. With a loud clang they bond and stick and blend and morph. Until they become one. Through a shroud of oblivion, the unseen force draws them together. And resistance is applied but to no avail.

They surrender. Shackled and all. They break free. A blind leap. Complete trust on kismet.