"Do you believe in fate?" He asked, squinting his eyes against the sun.
I looked at him for a minute, then said, "I don't know if I believe in fate. And I don't think it matters if I do or not. The universe isn't going to base how it works on my opinions"
He looked frustrated then a little sad. "So you don't believe that what we have was destined to happen?"
"No. But I'm glad it did." I replied, concentrating on the way the grass felt slipping through my fingers.
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Messages I Never Sent
PoetryJust a compilation of my thoughts. From messages I wrote but backed out of sending, to poetry I wrote on the spur of the moment.
