It's funny.
Fate and coincidence seem to be deciding
how my life is going to be.
But shouldn't that be me?

Fate has plopped my first love in front of me
And gave me the illusion,
that I could kiss the thought of him wanting me.
Coincidence has allowed this to happen,
After I lost everyone I cared for.

So is it just a coincidence that a window opened when 4 doors shut?
Is it fate that this first love might love me just as much?
Are my choices what put me here?
Or was this what would have always appeared?

I wish I could say I knew,
But my choices have yet to skew,
I'm just fighting against the grain
Of this tale of epic loss and small, but important, gain.