SAID IF IT IS meant to be fate will
bring us back together. For a second I wondered if you were
really that naive. If you really believed fate worked like
that. As if it lived in the sky staring down at us, as if it
was not already within us, as if fate was not the choices we
make, as if it had five fingers and it spent its time placing
us like pieces of chess. Who taught you that, tell me, go on.
Who convinced you you'd been given a heart and a mind but
it wasn't yours to use, that your actions did not define
what would become of you? I wanted to scream, shout.
‘It's us you fool. We're the only ones that can
bring us back together.’ But instead I sat there
quietly, smiling softly through quivering lips thinking
isn't it such a tragic thing when you can see it so
clearly but the other person