michackles
it's just reflex. it's like when someone hits that certain spot on your knee; you can't help the fact that your knee must kick. it must. just like when someone hits you, you hit them back, and just as hard, if not harder. trying to stop a reflex is impossible. it has to happen.
i smile when i see you. for no particular reason. just reflex.
pave your own path.
there is no such thing as destiny.
the choices you make?
you wanted to make them.
so you did.
the stars had no involvement.
believe in free will.
argue against the fates.
you know what's best for yourself.
after all,
you're the only you.
we crossed paths today. we always do cross paths, but i always pretend not to notice him. like he doesn't even exist. i don't know if he prefers it that way or if i'm just hurting him even more. we shouldn't have ended things that way and i find myself regretting everything i've ever done every time we cross paths. crowded hallways. lockers across.
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