Destiny or Decision ?

It was midnight and I was reading my book sitting near the fireplace.
"My love will never forget your touch " the last line of the book read.
Again his face came to my mind, his perfect face structure, his Goldilocks lips, and next to him was I, blue flippy skirt with that white uniform shirt, tied brown hair, blue eyes with brown limbal rings, straight-edged nose and the most remember-able last walk that we had. It seemed so beautiful then but now it feels more like a funny story, he was great as a friend though.