i thought of you, while in the shower
and i thought of how nice it’d be
to have your things among my things
along the bathtub’s edge
and i imagined myself running out of soap
and using yours
and wearing you to work, and the grocery store
and i imagined that night, laying down beside you
and smelling your neck
and finding out where all my soap had gone
Now tell me that fate doesn’t exist.
fate doesn’t exist.
while it is amazing that it happened, them being at the same place at the same time means they’re automatically destined to be together?
your logic… it hurts my brain.