before i met you,
i believed in fate.
was controlling my life,
sending me on a path
full of goodnight kisses,
tongues stained blue from popsicles,
toes covered in sand,
and bedside tables filled with love notes.
when i met you,
i knew fate must exist.
my nights ended the way they started-
with smiling lips pressed together,
not wanting to let go.
we ate cold popsicles
and laughed when we realized
that our mouths had changed colors.
i walked in the sand with you
and smiled when you made fun of my dirty, sandy feet.
I slowly grew a collection
of words from you next to my bed,
a constant reminder of how real fate must be,
that i was able to have you.
after i met you,
after you left,
the theory of fate,
the theory that the universe had led me to you,
for how could i ever
believe in fate,
if it had brought us together
only to have you break my heart?