There are no simple answers, especially for questions it took a decade to even ask. As life reverts to old patterns, I am reminded just how far I've come from the boy that once was, and how close I still am to the boy who shall forever remain. It's unfortunate how quickly we forgot about each other, yet I somehow always knew in the back of my mind, in the deepest clutches of my heart that we were meant to come into each other's lives, and then disappear forever. That way the story we created would stay intacted, frozen in time. Even though such circumstances are near perfect, I still feel sad sometimes, for I wonder if we truly found love because it was meant to be, or if it was too good of a tale to let slip by, and we fell into one another's arms more out of convinience than actual desire. I wonder that a lot and I guess I'll never really know, and I'm pretty sure that's how it's supposed to be. If nothing else, it brought me joy when it happened, and it shall always conjure a smile on my face when I remember.
