Have you already become so indispensable. So effortlessly integral. So much so, that a part of my identity now tends solely to your unassuming correspondence. Have I a reason this time to believe. Or maybe it's slightly more make believe. And maybe still, I just needed something to believe in for the time being. I've been told before that fate is choice in romantic disguise. Though I've also heard that some choices are made by the heart.. even before we know it.
The story's rather familiar. You, on the other hand, are not.
And I haven't yet decided when or if to jump fly.
