i believe in fate. i believe that it is true what they say, whoever they is, "everything happens for a reason". i walked through the door and i felt his eyes; his sharp inhale. i can't explain why or how; quite honestly i haven't felt the passion beneath my fingers to even express any of what i've felt. he spoke words that might as well have been melodies that whispered my soul to wake.
with you, i've never felt so freed.
