Victim I am not. That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking how awake you are, to know that you had a choice. A moment in time, if you recall, where you said yes to me, and no to another. Why me? The fact that you’re perplexed with the question concerns me. Round and round we go, never to move forward or back. Are you in there? Have I unearthed a dark secret you wish not to give life? Or did I just happen upon you; received as fate? Smiles and denials aside, you look paralyzed to choose anything. Anyone. Including me.
I must be seen. Be known. Be chosen. For mere fate, I never will be. And fate, you never were to me.