acceptthelove
Train pulls out of the station at 7:05 PM. Supposed to get to Boston at 11:22. And like that, he is taken away from me.
Sigh. Destiny. I truly believe that one chooses his or her own destiny. Life is what you make it. If you want something to happen, plant the seeds to reap the harvest.
Meaning? We shouldn't even try to find the meaning of life because it takes any good away from it...Besides, life is too short to ponder about those things. We need to live in the now and enjoy life for what it is.
Why have our paths crossed again? I see you sporadically, but I'm only with you on your terms. I want to leave but you keep drawing me back to you, drawing me back to your bed with your charming tricks. Why can't we work out in perfect harmony, to the real world. We only have our secret liaisons, our secret thoughts.
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