People say fate announces itself with warmth-
a spark, a flutter, a heartbeat skipping in your chest.
Mine arrived as a collision.
Just a fleeting impression of someone,
too unreadable for his own good.
He walked away like I was nothing.
Looking back, I should've understood it then-I should've ignored it. Should've forgotten the eyes that looked through me, instead of at me.
But I didn't.
And in that small, careless decision,
And the beginning of the end of everything I thought I knew about who I could fall for.
I was already doomed from the start.