Blinded Choices

Free Will? It’s bittersweet.

I choose to care, and eventually, I love.

I choose to hate, but only because I care, therefore, I still love.

When I grow tired of hating, the love I chose to burry, resurrects, takes over, and I choose to allow its consumption of me.

I chose to allow love to consume me.

Love is blind? NO, love causes blindness.

Love at first sight, caused me to desire more and so I ran & leaped & began to fall…

In..

Deeper.

I kept falling until your gravitational pull grew stronger…making me fall faster.

YOU chose to catch me.

*smirks*

 ….BUT you also chose to fear.

You chose to turn an act of love into a good Samaritan deed.

I chose to believe the catch was reciprocity of emotional and romantic intimacy.

Silly me. Silly we.

Blinded Love choices…bittersweet.

Ask me..

My Biggest Regret?

Choosing. 

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