chosen
belief in fate, love across a crowded room, or love at first sight
will only get you so far.
you ask me when I began loving you
but there are moments where I find myself not loving you
long before time mattered
you chose me
and I chose you
and in the great sleep we allowed ourselves to forget
but the promise laid there in the warmth of our chests
you almost can't believe your luck, to have found me as you have,
but I know we were always meant to.
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