Maybe It's Fate.

The incessant flutter I feel in my stomach at the sight of him. The way his arms snake around my waist, words at the tip of his tongue as the corners of his mouth slightly turn upwards and yet, nothing escapes. Our eyes meet as I turn around and intertwine my fingers with his. He softly presses his lips against my skin, my heart thumping in multiple beats; butterflies. At that moment I was content and although I knew that nothing lasted forever, I couldn't help but hope. Maybe it's fate. Please Read, Vote, Comment! x