Fate



The air is thick with the scent of petrichor. And the rain is coming down in sheets. It's a perfect night for a clandestine kiss, and of course you know it. We're huddled under the old oak tree at the edge of the woods. Pearls from the heavens tapped a rhythmic waltz on the foliage. You're so close. Your breath mingling with the scent of pine needles.


You lean in. Your eyes sparkling in the dim light, and I can feel my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. Your lips are soft against mine. Then the world melts away, leaving only the taste of you.


I never knew a kiss could feel like this—like coming home. Like finally finding the missing piece of myself.


Months have passed since we first met. And every day feels like a dream. Late-night conversations that stretch into the early hours of the morning, sharing playlists that tell the story of our souls, the way your hand fits perfectly in mine… it's all so perfect.


You make me laugh until my sides ache. You listen to my worries with such tenderness that it makes me feel cherished. And you look at me like I'm the only constellation in your galaxy. 


Before you, I never thought I could feel this way. This certainty that I've found my person. And I never believed in fate. Not really. Always thought life was a haphazard game of chance. But then I met you. Suddenly, every stolen glance across the crowded room felt destined. Like the universe had been conspiring. Weaving our paths together with an invisible, shimmering thread. I feel safe in your arms. 


Darling, you're not just a part of my life anymore. You are my life. I cherish every single moment with you. And I wouldn't trade this feeling for anything in the world.


For the first time in my life, I understand what it means to truly belong.

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