for a girl who doesn’t believe in destiny…
… when i was seventeen, i watched a dear friend walk away from where i stood, without saying goodbye, because we’d fought months back and were both stubborn as mules. i watched this friend walk away, having never kissed him, but having sworn off the love our friendship was made of, and even at seventeen, i thought:
it’s not through between us.
i still think that, even though we’ve danced that danced and i’ve walked away, too much a pragmatist to stand his hedonistic belief in careless destiny. and yet for all my pragmatism, that stubborn seventeen-year-old says, it’s still not through between us as if we were a sandwich and there’s still a bite on the table to be dealt with.
the question is – can it be possible to not know how something’s going to turn out, but still know there’s more to be played?

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