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.
